Before I moved to Colorado, three friends from my early career days of my advertising/pr world and I met once a month at a greasy diner to dish industry gossip and give each other grief. We did this for about five or six years religiously until I set sail for the Rockies.
As our meetings became regular, we decided to name our group, making it easier to reference. “Club Net” was the decided name, since many of us kept time sheets at work where we had to account for our time, and ‘networking’ or “Club Net” sounded way more official than ‘slacker late lunch with friends.’
We did kitschy white elephant gift exchanges each holiday season and papered our little greasy diner corner booth with ridiculous pictures and signs for each other’s birthdays. One year I got a vintage Weinermobile toy and another year a ‘vintage’ cowboy boot coffee cup, on display near my desk as I type.
We were all writers by trade and, as such, we would often email around new “words of the day” when someone came across a new word. When words were distributed, each of us had to use it in Club Net related sentence. (Yes, we were easily amused and severely sarcastic which is a dangerous combo.)
We each ended up with group nicknames that we still use to this day. Hydro became the nickname for my friend who eats like a bird and drinks copious amounts of water (in a greasy diner no less), Maladjusted Mel for my friend who is maladjusted enough for the name to perfectly fit, and Big Billy for my other friend with my shared affection for grease and whose car had a license plate frame from a Big Billy car dealership. I also affectionately called him my “Twin Stomach.”
In the early days while my name was being determined, the word sedentary came up during one of our word exercises. Because of my well-known lack of affection for exercise, one of my Club Netters used the word in a sarcastic sentence describing yours truly.
Horrified and amused, and later back at my desk (clearly working hard), I looked up the actual meaning of sedentary and this came up as one of the definitions:
Sedentary: pertaining to animals that move about little or are permanently attached to something, as a barnacle.
After I brought this to my group’s attention, it was official. Barnacle would be my Club Net name. I still close much of my correspondence with these colleagues with my “Barnacle” pen name, almost fifteen years later.
However now it has come to my attention that times (and my metabolism) have changed and middle age is upon me. So I’ve decided it’s time to change my Barnacle ways. To shake my barnacle-self loose from the shackles of stillness that bind it.
So when one of my Yodas (see WWYD post) suggested that my new blog challenge involve exercise, it was the perfect idea. If I can make myself write each day by publicly proclaiming a challenge, then perhaps I can make myself exercise? And exercise ties-in perfectly with my extended gratitude experiment. I will be able to measure the effect of exercise on my positive gratitude attitude. And perhaps fit back into my skinny jeans at some point as a bonus.
So, for these last fourteen days of my 100 Day Gratitude Challenge, I will exercise each day for a minimum of 30 minutes. And I will have to incorporate what type of exercise I do into my posts, so that I will be held accountable.
If this is successful, I will make it part of my new Blog Challenge, which begins on November 16. If it’s not successful, you won’t hear anything more about it because I’ll act like it never happened. 🙂
However, I’m hoping this will help me jump-start the barnacle moving process, for which I found these tips online:
Tips and Advice for removing barnacles:
- The more often you clean barnacles, the less difficult the job will be.
- If the removal task is too daunting, there are professional services that will remove the barnacles for you. However, the process is time consuming and can be costly if there are many barnacles and/or the boat is large. (I’m thinking ‘boat’ here could apply to my arse.)
Wish me luck and join in if you’d like. Tis the season for overeating, so the timing is right. I’m sure many of you already exercise regularly as most adult humans do.
But if you don’t, feel free to publicly proclaim you own starter-14-day-exercise-challenge in a comment below and then take note as you watch it affect your attitude. It’s only 14 days after all. Barnacle history begins now.
Good luck with your challenge, I support you!
Loved your ode to Club Net (and seeing that boot mug again). Hydro misses Barnacle, Maladjusted and Big Billy.
P.S. Have you read “Younger Next Year” (Chris Crowley and Henry Lodge, Workman Publishing)? it’s an annoying title but a good book about the biology of exercise.
I am in too. I am going to see if it will help me get my yoga practice settled in and get in a daily walk with my puppy who I have been neglecting.
I love especially love your tips and advice for removing the metaphorical “barnacles from your boat”! Good luck. It’s a challenging time of year to start exercising, but it can also allow you some quiet, thoughtful breaks from all the holiday hoopla that is on the way.
“Eat right, exercise, die anyway” — motto on mug in Cambridge, MA office.
My favorite coffee mug at the office in Cambridge MA offered this motto: “Eat right, exercise, die anyway.”
Ok count me in too.. although this cracked me up:
“If it’s not successful, you won’t hear anything more about it because I’ll act like it never happened.”.. loved that..
Very proud of you am I, young Jedi. Let me know when you want to walk!
I accept your 14-day challenge. I need to start running because of my arm injury. No more boot camp for me for a while.
Running it is … is today the start date?