Redefining the Desk Job
With the exceptions of six long weeks as a computer salesman, every job I've had since graduating from college has been a desk job. Getting a desk job was why I went to college in the first place. That, and to pick up chicks.
I've had the same chick for 18 years now, and unfortunately I've lost my svelte college physique. When it comes to burning calories, working behind a desk has proven woefully inadequate.
The problem, however, is not really the desk. It is the chair.
I've had the same chick for 18 years now, and unfortunately I've lost my svelte college physique. When it comes to burning calories, working behind a desk has proven woefully inadequate.
The problem, however, is not really the desk. It is the chair.
I was inspired after reading several articles about treadmill computer workstations, and decided to give it a go.
My office chair is literally falling apart (no fat jokes, please) and for less than actual replacement cost, I have picked up an inexpensive, manual treadmill. In true handyman fashion, it's currently rigged with cardboard boxes and bungie cords, and for the last two days I have been walking most of the time I've been working.
In fact, this blog posting is being written at a blistering 0.9 MPH.
I tried to take a picture, but the office is so cluttered I couldn't get a decent shot. I'll work on that - in the meantime, here's what the system would look like if I wasn't cheap/broke/geekily handy and bought a system rather than try to build one myself. And was daft enough to wear a suit to work.
I haven't noticed any weight loss yet, but I certainly can work up a sweat. And I my legs feel like I've just done a two day stint at an amusement park. Without the nausea, of course.
My office chair is literally falling apart (no fat jokes, please) and for less than actual replacement cost, I have picked up an inexpensive, manual treadmill. In true handyman fashion, it's currently rigged with cardboard boxes and bungie cords, and for the last two days I have been walking most of the time I've been working.
In fact, this blog posting is being written at a blistering 0.9 MPH.
I tried to take a picture, but the office is so cluttered I couldn't get a decent shot. I'll work on that - in the meantime, here's what the system would look like if I wasn't cheap/broke/geekily handy and bought a system rather than try to build one myself. And was daft enough to wear a suit to work.
I haven't noticed any weight loss yet, but I certainly can work up a sweat. And I my legs feel like I've just done a two day stint at an amusement park. Without the nausea, of course.
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