I went for a run tonight. I have not been for a run in a long time. As a rule I don’t tend to do anything that requires more effort than getting out of bed, yet…
… we must support the one we love. Argh, who am I kidding? She challenged me okay?!
I have been feeling a little tubby for a while now. Worse still is my increasing reliance on things like bannisters and er… chairs. I get short of breath just taking a shit sometimes. So when Jemma (who is much fitter than me) threw down the gauntlet I decided that…
A) Hey! I’m a man right? And you Jem, well you’re just a girl. That’s right… GIRL.
B) It’s a fact that men are better at sports than women. It’s true. The bible said so anyway. It’s true, just read this…
As regards the individual nature, woman is defective and misbegotten, for the active power of the male seed tends to the production of a perfect likeness in the masculine sex; while the production of a woman comes from defect in the active power….” Thomas Aquinas, Summa Theologica,Q92, art. 1, Reply Obj. 1
C) Okay, joking aside I think I actually need to do this, for my health or something important like that. I mean I’m not getting any fitter sitting in my chair of power downstairs, despite the fact that this morning I levelled up again. I am now a level 26 battle mage, bitch! I’m like a god now, and your just a salesman or a bin man.
D) Yeah… who am I kidding.
So, like I said I went for a run tonight. We ran the equivalent of three laps of the local sports field.
I feel like death.
My legs are so angry with me. They refuse to support me.
My spine is even screaming for blood. It wants to coil up on itself, forcing me to snap in the middle. My fat gut will protect me though.
My chest is the worst though. I feel like I ran around that field with my head inside a bag of fibreglass.
Jemma wants to go again on Tuesday.
I can’t wait.