We may have lost a CVS during the uprising but all the marching that the city did—day after day from Sandtown to downtown and back—probably made up for it in terms of our overall health. Damn, a lot of us over here even started losing our alt-weekly beer bellies. Of course, the 300 Men March just pushed this whole thing to another level, marching for 20 hours down to Washington, D.C., but that was a smaller group. During the uprising, hundreds and thousands of people were exercising together. And those, such as $RB, who didn't march also got plenty of exercise wringing their hands over the marchers, while Hogan worked out his own wrist twirling his metaphorical villain mustache.