Indianapolis hasn’t been getting very good press the past couple of days. First it is #5 in a pollution study, now it’s ranked 12 out of 16 metropolitan areas in terms of health and fitness. Then again, health & fitness is probably an elitist liberal thing given that San Francisco ranked #1 with an unmanly low rate of smokers. Hoosiers also enjoy a masculine diet of artery-clogging foods and are more likely to eschew communist tax and spend amenities like parks and bike paths.
Stay strong Indianapolis.
But as I like to point out, we are the WORLD LEADER in food-on-a-stick technology.
Just check the offerings at the State Fair, for proof.
(BTW, I just hit half a million Fitlinx points at the Y this morning – still a little doughy, though, around the middle…)
What are Fitlinx points?
Hey, but we have the most sex right, according to Men’s Health magazine? That’s gotta count for something.
Apparently flabby sex punctuated with a smokers’ cough. Not that I’m knocking it, mind you.
…as long as there’s no mid-sex heart attacks…
thereby raising the troublesome dilemma as to whether or not you finish up first.
Electronic system linking the weight machines to a console – you get points for lifting, and also for doing cardio work.
Also web accessible – fun for those of us motivated by numbers!
Is a point equal to a calorie?
No – I think the formula is 5 or 10 points for each machine used, plus 1 point for each 100 lbs lifted.
Cardio work scores 5 points / minute (and snow shoveling, lawn mowing, and walking count!).
Took me about 6 years…
I’m doing my part to buck that trend! Had a number of the older women at church comment on my weight loss during the past few days.
It shocked me how much more progressive the Twin Cities were when I lived there 16 years ago. Tons more parks, bike paths, smoking banned everywhere, people doing outdoor sports year-round. I mean there were the fat midwesterners there, but by and large, Minnesotans are in good shape. And that’s in a place that can spend weeks at a time below zero.
Glenn-what’s wrong with a mid-sex heart attack? I mean, we all have to die some day, some way. Why not go with a smile on your face?