We spend a lot of time in our lives just sitting down. Everything we do is based, to some degree, on being able to sit all or some of the time. It begins when we get out of bed in the morning, which requires a least one second of butt-roll time just to leave the mattress behind (bad pun & unintended). We sit in the bathroom. We sit at the table for breakfast (or in front of the television), then plant our glutes in the car to drive to work, the market, the doctor’s appointment. School is often spent sitting in hard chairs, on bleachers or on the floor. It’s a never-ending part of daily life.
The people who don’t stand for considerable periods are grocery store clerks, tollbooth operators, street workers and (dare I say) streetwalkers. They often wind up with swollen feet or ankles or get dog tired from prolonged standing, so I guess sitting is a necessity to give the body a break.
Sitters, though, get flat behinds. This is especially true of cubicle rats like me (and you while you’re probably reading this sitting down). The need to exercise to keep the buns from deflating gets us on our feet long enough to appreciate just how lucky we are that we can sometimes sit down to recuperate from a hectic life.
Yeah, I did quite a lot of work this week, all of it from a seated position, but boy am I worn out from it.
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