So, I'm gaining weight. Like...noticeably. Before you ask, no, I'm not pregnant. I promise. It's just...food babies.
Yeah...I've never been one of those, "Oh my god, I can't eat that!" kind of guys. But I think I'm going to have to start making some better choices about food and exercise. I've stopped working out, basically. Well...HAD stopped. This morning I started again. And I even thought about taking a short run. You know what stopped me? I couldn't decide on clothes to jog in. No, seriously. I'm so lame. It all comes down to the socks...
Not that anyone cares. Not that I'm tying to impress anyone with my bedhead jogging. I don't know why I care.
Excuses...excuses...
Hey, don't look at me like that. Yesterday the boy and I took a bike ride. I almost died, since it was 120% uphill (don't ask how that's possible...we live in some kind of M.C. Escher neighborhood or something...) and it was my first ride of the season. But we made it! It was SOMETHING!
So...thinking about taking a run is a big step for me. I hate running. I told myself I can run around the block (it's a big block), and if I feel like still going, then I will. Maybe I will tomorrow. Right now, I have to get ready for work. Where do you put your keys when you jog?
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6 comments:
Welcome to your late twenties, middle age, and the end of your boyish metabolism. And if you're finding yourself pedaling uphill through non-Euclidean space, you might want to consider moving. That's generally a dead giveaway that your neighborhood is home to some of the Old Ones... you know, Shub-Niggurath... Yog-Sothoth... Cyäegha... Generally tends to drive down property value (aside from the usual adverse effects of insanity and gradual decomposition).
Right. That, too.
Ah, I hear ya, Justin. I've stopped telling the hubs that I'm going to start jogging soon because inevitably I don't follow through with it for all sorts of reasons. So, maybe I'm not the right person to give advice...
As for where to put your keys -- I used to tie my key into my shoelaces. It's a bit of a hassle, but at least you don't have to worry about it falling out of a pocket, etc., while you're running...
Aw man, I am so the opposite. I've walked out in ripped pajama bottoms and t shirts and knotted hair pulled back into a bun to go to the store for something before. Than again I do live in Dundalk and we have a habit of doing that.
I only run if someone is chasing me, but every time I watch the Bourne movies I have the urge to run. A lot. I don't, but the urge is there.
Well, that's something, right Emily? :-)
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