May. 7th, 2008

Picturesque

May. 7th, 2008 12:55 am
flatvurm: (taenia)
I made the bus trip out to the mall today so I could buy some fat pants for work. In the last couple weeks of not smoking, I've probably managed to pack on an extra ten pounds or so. ;) Anyway, just as we were pulling into the mall parking lot, I noticed that in the outgoing lane, traffic was a little backed up. This turned out to be due to a family of Canadian geese crossing the road: two adults and three or four grey and fluffy little offspring, all waddling their slow-ass way across the street. Too cute! It was one of those scenes I expect to see in a postcard or something, not actually happening in real life...at least not in a New Jersey mall parking lot.

Anyway. I guess you'll just have to take my word that it was a cute scene. This post is pretty lame without a picture.

I'm a mess

May. 7th, 2008 12:28 pm
flatvurm: (fringehead bedhole)
I am woefully out of shape. Based on the weight I've put on recently, the overall health concerns I've had, and the theory that, at this point in my life, if I need fat pants now, there's probably no going back without serious effort, I decided it was finally time to put some more exercise into my life. The grand opening of this new area of Robland was today, when I decided to go out and do a little jogging.

Now...I used to do a lot more running than I do now. Jabba the Hutt probably did more running than I do now. But I used to at least get out there and move around a bit, so I figured that jogging would be the easiest thing to get back into. So...you gotta understand, when I say "used to," I'm talking about almost 15 years and 50,000 cigarettes ago. In the midst of my newfound exertion, I felt like I was going to simultaneously throw up and pass out.

Back in the day, I remember that distance running felt better when I had something rhythmic for my brain to chew on while I was moving -- a mantra. Something that I could repeat to myself over and over, something with meter and regularity so I could time it against my breathing and footfalls. I remember there were stages to this. At the beginning of a run, or during an easy stretch, the mantra could be on the longer side, since I had the brain cycles to spare and I wasn't too stressed. When I was ass-dragging tired, though, it would be reduced to just a few sharp syllables, as I couldn't think about anything except keeping my legs moving. Anyway...it wasn't too long into today's workout that I was reduced to my brain chanting "fall forward fall forward fall forward" as I plodded along -- because I figured at least that way I wouldn't aspirate on my own vomit and die.

The final indignity, though, actually came up after the jog was (mercifully) over. I was trying to convince my body that the worst was over, and while doing a little bit of cool-down stretching, I somehow managed to STRAIN MY FUCKING TESTICLES. I hate life.

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