Precerpt from 🥷 Grandma's Ninja Training Diary: The Gym vs. The Staircase Showdown
I don’t need a gym membership to prove my strength. I’ve got laundry baskets that weigh more than kettlebells, a staircase that doubles as my cardio machine, and a vacuum cleaner that fights back harder than any sparring partner. My house is my dojo, and every chore is a stealth workout. But let me be honest: When I step into a gym, I’m sharpening my sword in a controlled environment. I know exactly how many reps I’ve done, how much weight I’ve lifted, and how fast my heart is racing. It’s measurable, progressive, and efficient. When I tackle my daily chores, I’m sparring with life itself. Carrying groceries becomes a farmer’s carry. Scrubbing floors works my core. Running up and down 17 stairs with laundry is interval training. The catch? It’s unpredictable. The laundry basket doesn’t weigh the same every week, and the stairs don’t count my steps for me. Here’s the trade-off I live with: Gym time gives me control and progression. Life activity gives me resilience and rea...