I finally started exercising again. I hate exercise. No, I mean it - with a passion. My body would rather atrophy. I had been pretty good about going to the YMCA in Madison. It's all too solitary. I know there are dozens of other people in there exercising, but no one wants to talk. I'm not good at silence or at things I have to do alone. Treadmills (dreadmills) are the worst. Everyone is wearing their earphones and staring straight ahead. There are TVs set up along the front wall - most are tuned in to either a 24 hour news channel or an episode of Law & Order. So you can choose to either watch people who were murdered for real, or actors pretending to be murderers.
I took all of this as a sign that I should try something different. A team sport you suggest - HA! You forget I'm not particularly coordinated - ok, not coordinated at all. I'm trying running outside. A paved path isn't quite interesting enough. I've been running on dirt paths in the woods. It seems to be better on my knees. It also gives my mind something to do. So I don't trip, I keep my eyes out for rocks and roots sticking out of the ground. Hey, it's something to do!
In the meantime, my lovely bride brings home this cake! I'm not great with willpower when it comes to cake! O just wanted to eat the chocolate flakes off the edge. Within 10 minutes we had to put her in a padded room to detox from the sugar. (I had to join her 15 minutes later).
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I know that look. I just finished eating a Reeses' Bar. I've been throwing up all day. It's the first thing I've been able to hold down all day.
God is good. God created chocolate.
This is hilarious...I seriously could've written that entire post myself. I'm in the exact same predicament with the whole gym scenario. I think I'm quitting tomorrow. After 3 months of excercising in silence, I just can't do it anymore!
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