Yay, it’s Friday! But since I’m working tomorrow morning, it’s a somewhat hollow victory since I’ll still be getting up at 6am tomorrow. I would really like to sleep in, but I REALLY love overtime money.
I went out for a run yesterday and was able to do a mile before having to walk. It’s somewhat frustrating that my performance has degraded this much in the two weeks since I was sick. Three frickin weeks ago I was able to do two miles and now I’m struggling to get back into the flow. People think that mankind is the top dog in the world? Shit, Kingdom Monera runs this hood. Big ups to my single cell homies. Give ‘em props, or they’ll bust a cell wall in your ass, beeyotch. We can locate planets thousands of light-years away from us by detecting the wobble their gravity has on the light of their parent stars, but we can’t prevent these little one celled fucks from incapacitating (or killing) us? Scandalous, my friend.
When I came home, I did two sets of the previously mentioned shoulder exercises with my water jugs, some inclined push-ups, leg lifts to work on the abs that are hidden under the 30 lbs of beer between my chest and hips (also known as my stomach). Those leg lifts are fucking brutal. I wish I had the money to buy some actual exercise equipment, but I think that the cheapo route is still paying some dividends. My shoulders and arms are coming along nicely (but I will definitely need some weight to get anything cooking with the biceps) and my man teats are disappearing faster than a pile of blow at Scott Weiland’s house. My chest is pretty tight now.
Appearance-wise, I look as good as I did when I got married ten years ago. Health-wise, I’m probably healthier than I’ve ever been. My goal is to hit 175lbs, which is what I weighed my freshman year of high school when I was on the wrestling team and working out three hours a day. I was stronger and leaner then, but smoking (and smoking out) and drinking all of the time. I’m absolutely putting better things in my body now than I ever have with the exception of that one time when I had that Cristal enema. Good times; good times indeed.