This weekend's Link Love led me to How High Can You Step?, and as the author warns I rambled about the house finding stuff to step up on. My best, no-cheat step was onto a wooden filing cabinet that is 32" high (I'm only 5' 9", so give me a break). Centimeterstoinches.net says that 35 centimeters is 13.78 inches. I guess I shouldn't worry about getting around. Yet.
Walking on a treadmill at my desk seems ... meh. I've been using a DIY standup workstation for a few months now and am quite comfortable doing it. I even look forward to standing at work (my desk at home is still a crappy sit-down affair and I use an old cast-off chair from an old employer). When my officemate is out, I use the time to enjoy my music (on a USB stick) via headphones - physically: I dance around. OK, middle-aged guy with fuzzy headphones on, throwing down moves by himself in a little corner office...weird when I think about it, fun when I'm doing it. Haven't been caught yet!
Two weeks ago I did a Primal camping week while 4-wheeling the Rubicon Trail; now one of my co-Jeepers and his wife have started their Primal journey. This makes me happy; I hope it makes them happy too.
And last weekend (Labor Day) I attended a male-only camping retreat at a private cabin, wherein a bunch of us karate guys get together, eat meat (and other good stuff) and practice karate together. Some of the guys bring their young sons, too. We all pitch in together for the cooking, cleaning, wood-gathering, and other chores. Some of the guys are experienced shooters, so they set up a gun range and the kids (and some of the men too) get high-quality firearm safety training. In the evenings, we have a large fire in a metal-ringed fire pit, swap stories, sing songs, perform rehearsed or ad-lib skits, and in general just cement our relationships. Brought together by our common interest in karate, kept together by our shared values and experiences. Sounds like a Primal tribe to me.
Final note: I've been living Primal for nearly two years now. My health has benefited greatly by the diet and exercise. My attitude has benefited accordingly, and I love all the new rabbit-holes that MDA and its followers lead me down. It's awesome and I share it with anybody who asks me about why I'm so skinny, or how I can "do that at your age", or why I'm putting butter in my coffee.
I don't think there's any going back, barring apocalyptic life changes. I might stop back by here to comment or share something interesting, might not. I'll still read my usual threads and contacts here, since I'm a great lurker. A toast: To your good health!