DDR didn’t teach me to work myself into oblivion, propelled by shame and chalky smoothies. DDR taught me to get some water, sit down, talk to a friend, send a text, lean on that rail. For DDR, exercise wasn’t some frantic tailspin toward some punishing end.
Issue 23 on July 2nd, 2015
We have reduced the notion of health to a set of standards that tend to be binary, arbitrary, or both.