“Galaw-galaw, Neni,” said Doc Nonoy. “Move it, move it.”
“Walk fast and live long,” said Doc Amer.
Both physicians were my classmates from elementary to high school. Sometimes we see each other now that we’re older, and I’m struck by how they still look like teenagers. I, on the other hand, also still look like a teenager, but weigh twice as much as one.
Both of them have been into running since back then.
I have been into avoiding running since back then (like, what? where’s the fire?) but I can manage to put one foot in front of another to walk.
The new year having rolled around again, as it does every year, I trotted out that hoary old resolution of getting more exercise, and walking it is because it doesn’t require highly-developed motor coordination skills.
So today I went to the mall and bought a Cuisinart four-cup coffeemaker with steel carafe, endorsed on the box by chef Paul Bocuse. I’ve used a French press for eons and felt it was time for a change.
What does this coffeemaker have to do with exercise? We’ll get there, I promise.
This brand of coffeemaker advises the use of paper filters, and comes with two free ones. I do not like my coffee tasting of paper and I do not want trees chopped down just for me to get my caffeine on.
Well, what do you know, the Starbucks across the street from the appliance store had this lovely mesh permanent filter.
I refused to give up on brewing coffee en hora mismo in that smart Cuisinart. So I walked about a kilometer from my house to the nearest Starbucks, where I got this bag of Caffe Verona in the sweetest scarlet Valentine’s Day packaging. (I always was a sucker for cute packaging.)
And that’s how my love for coffee motivated me to get some exercise today and obey my physicians’ instructions.