Stand Up Guys Should Have a Stand Up Desk
By Rande Davis
I have discovered something that is very troubling: I can easily type on my laptop while sitting in my La-Z-Boy chair, full tilt. This is not a good thing, folks. I have slipped a very long way from a healthier time, a time long ago when, for health reasons, I had at least considered using a “stand-up desk.” My brother-in-law Diederik has one and he is now running (I said running, not walking) half marathons quite regularly. He works for Rodale Press—you know them, Prevention Magazine and Men’s Health—so making healthy choices is something to be expected from him, don’t you think? Ed Ross, the PHS athletic director uses a stand-up desk, too. I’m not gonna give him a lot of credit either because, after all, he is supposed to be a role model for athletes, right? Guess you could say they’re two stand-up kind of guys.
A few weeks ago, while on an antique exploration in Virginia, I came across a neat half podium that could fit on the top of any desk, instantly creating a stand-up desk. It was a good price, too, but I chickened out and didn’t buy it.
I am not sure why, but I seem to focus a lot on health and weight issues in October. Last October, I decided to run in the PACC 5K, but that didn’t go so well for me. Why in October? Maybe it is because with Halloween candy swirling around, a grand Thanksgiving dinner on the horizon, and a myriad of holiday parties starting to fill the calendar, it’s most likely a simple defense mechanism to think about ways to lose weight before the onslaught. Maybe it’s just pure panic.
For most people, it is part of their New Year’s resolutions to lose weight or follow some other form of self-improvement. For me, it is the cool air and brilliant fall colors of October that invigorate my psyche to think positively about self-improvement. Man, I love life in the fall; it’s by far and away my favorite time of year. Taking that cool first big breath of fresh air early in the morning signals how wonderful life can be. If I had any gumption at all, I would go to Virginia this weekend and buy that half podium and get out of this La-Z-Boy chair once and for all. Then again, maybe I should just head over to the outlets and buy one of those massage pads so my back doesn’t get too stiff from stretching to reach for the number keys.