For those who know me, I’ve always had a “nervous twitch” but rarely am I actually nervous. I am always shaking my leg or tapping my foot without ever realizing it until one of co-workers (Krista) threatens my life if I don’t stop. After I began working 8-5, it quickly became apparent I would need a physical outlet for all of my energy, since dancing the weekend away at Voyeur was just not cutting it.
Don’t get me wrong, the West PR offices are anything but stale – we are usually doubled over in laughter getting an ab workout. However, it does require me to sit in front of the computer all day making phone calls and composing emails and I inevitably become restless. Call me crazy, but I will happily wake up at 5 a.m. to catch a workout class and burn off this energy because nothing helps me focus more during the week than a killer work out.
Everyone in the office has their physical outlet: Krista is the Pure Barre guru who gives us private lessons in the office, Allie loves the brutality of Barry’s Bootcamp and Mia “hits the bag” and gratefully not us as our resident boxer. Thank goodness I’m addicted to cardio because I cannot do a plié, I don’t respond well to yelling, and my presence in the ring would be far too intimidating for my opponent. For me, whether it’s an early morning spin class or a hot date with a treadmill at night, a good sweat helps channel my nervous energy into a productive day behind a desk.
Regardless of your preference, exercise is vital to being productive at West PR. Believe it or not, we are encouraged to hit the gym even if that means spending the rest of the day stinking up the office in sweaty workout gear. Not to mention we love our sweets, so any activity we can incorporate into our day is worth it, which is why we are constantly passing around the exercise ball to work our abs. We all have so much energy, but luckily we have a constructive way to get some of our extra “ya-ya’s” out without being too terribly counterproductive.
I’ll end with a line that I closed a college debate class with to which not a soul laughed, “Drop the books and hit the gym!”