Dina Climatiano

All my energy went on planning a vacation today.

I tried working on my standup bit, but 3 hours later I’m forced to admit that I can’t seem to dig myself out of brain storming mode. It’s just pages upon pages of aimless meandering with bits and pieces that do not connect and aren’t funny to begin with.
I will leave you with this comedic offering born out of a lot of thinking about the gym and my favorite and most available source of inspiration in this house:

… I’m pretty sure humans are the only species that exercises intentionally. If I tried to explain exercise to my cats… Well they’d just stare at me. You know, because they’re cats.
Point is, other species just live, and that seems to be enough to maintain muscle mass, keep their joints healthy and their weight under control. Unless, of course, these animals are kept as pets and given the same bad habits and sub-optimal activity patterns as their owners…
Like I don’t think my cat would be an emotional eater whose idea of movement was lying down on the floor and occasionally swatting at a passing feather if I wasn’t modeling the behavior. Got no one to blame but myself, really.
Then again, I hardly think he’d start deadlifting enthusiastically if given the chance to watch me in the gym.
Not his fault. He’s got no opposable thumbs.
He would, however, avoid the treadmill like the plague, just like his mum.