With the chill that has come this Fall comes pounds of fat which will keep me warm through the snow and the sleet in the next few months. I have not thought much of this growth in girth but at times when I glimpse at my bag of bones, I will stop in a fit of pique and shout out loud that it is time to lose some weight.
In fact, in my dreams I will at times stand in a blank, black space because my legs will not move with so much weight on them.
Oh well, I guess I just need to work out more...
I do not oft have such dreams but I find that they do well to spur me to jog. In fact, one night last week, I ran five miles after one of the dreams made me think that I had lost my might to run. It was a huge load off when I took the last step of my run and was able to prove wrong what I had dreamed.
It was too bad that for the next few days I would groan if I so much as poked my thighs or calves. At least the dreams stopped.
As a side note, is it just me or does it feel nice to feel sore? It might sound weird but it feels great to have your sore flesh punched. Wow. That is weird.
I pray that the five miles were able to cut off at least a small piece of the lard that got stuck to my gut from the feast of the third week of this month.
Were the sore legs worth the run? Yes!
I would do it once more in a heart beat if not for the weight loss then for the chance to pound my sore legs.
You are SO WEIRD. WHY...oh...you wrote in short words. Take back what I said just now. I bow down to you.
ReplyDeleteI hardly noticed it while reading; it was just a teensy bit off. I especially enjoyed the last sentence in the first paragraph. It was hilariously odd. I also find entertainment in you saying the word "lard," as well as your strange (sadist?) love for being sore. I do not understand why you would ever want to run five miles, however.
That is all.