Exercise

I've been kicking around how I'm going to go about this for a while, trying to find the best way of maximizing my potential, for best bringing out the Greek statue that's hiding beneath these layers of disgusting flab.

But then I said, "Screw it". I decided, when you're as out of shape as I am, there's nothing I could do that wouldn't be an improvement. Kinda like how when Vietnam kicked out John Kerry's old pals the Khmer Rouge in 1979, and they kicked off ten years of double digit growth. Not because the Vietnamese have a clue how to run an economy, but because the Khmer Rouge were so horrible that anything would be better than what they're doing.

Not to compare killing fields to sitting around in front of a computer all day, but I'll end up just as dead if I keep on this road*. So, the course I decided on was jogging. I shelled out my money to the City of Shrewsbury and joined the rinky-dink gym they have. Not everything I could hope for, but everything I need to get started.

Tonight I ran 1.4 miles on the treadmill. Not bad for someone who, other than chasing the dog around the yard, has been utterly for the last year or three. Although I've started exercising almost as many times as I've quit smoking so I kind of know how it works. The first day, while miserable, is actually one of the better days. All your muscles are fresh and there's no strain or lactic acid anywhere. The second day is actually the worst. So tomorrow I'll be lucky to get in half a mile before my legs turn to Jello. But it's nothing but improvement from there.

* Yeah, yeah, I know, I'll end up dead eventually either way. But wouldn't it still be better to live out my life as something other than a wheezing fatbody?