I always tell myself that I am not lazy. Although I tell this to myself, I know deep inside that I am probably one of the laziest people ever.
I attend school in New York City. Attending a school in the city is great because you have the privilege to tell all you friends that you go to a school in one of the greatest cities in the world. Most of the times, they will be jealous and envious of you. I am actually surprised and proud of myself for waking up early in the morning and commuting to school. The commute to Baruch is about an hour and thirty minutes. Although I go to the city 4 times a week, I have never actually walked more than 3 blocks from Baruch. I always have an excuse for my laziness such as: “Cardio makes me lose gains”, “my legs hurt”, “why are we taking the stairs when there’s a working elevator”, and “I can’t walk, because I did leg day.” When my friends want to eat somewhere, I always ask them how far away it is. If it requires me to walk more than three blocks, I use my list of excuses to persuade them to eat dollar pizzas. I tell myself that laziness is hereditary and that it isn’t my fault.
