But I was so much younger then, I feel older than that now
But I was so much younger then, I feel older than that now
So, here's a pretty funny thing that happened to me today. I started jogging recently again. I say again because I tend to run during the summer and then, once the rain hits, I'm like, "Ahhhh, I'll just eat another Twinkie and watch TV. I've noticed, though, that I'm struggling a bit this year. I can only make it about a mile before my back, and just about everything else, starts to hurt. I go and talk to one of the docs at my workplace who's this huge running fanatic. Seriously, the guy writes articles about running for national magazines. I never would have thought that the act of running was complex enough to warrant one magazine article, let alone a slew of them. I mean, you put one foot in front of the other at a quicker pace than usual and bam, you're running. Apparently, I'm wrong. So, I talk to Dr. Robertson and tell him that, frankly, running a mile is kicking my ass, and ask him what he thinks I should do about it. He starts off by telling me that I'm not a young man anymore. Can you believe that? I told him, "Doc, I'm only 29" and he says, "Aren't you going to be 30 in a month?" and I said, "Right, I'm only 29." Well, long story short, he tells me I have to start off by walking, walking, like those old people do at malls. And I don't just mean regular walking, he tells me I have to walk vigorously. I say, "Like, swinging my arms and shit?" he tells me that's exactly right. So, I'm supposed to start power walking for forty-five minutes every day for the next three weeks, then, lucky me, I graduate to running for two minutes then walking for two minutes. In about 2 months I should be able to run a mile. I don't know how it happened. One day, I can eat and drink as much as I want and don't have a care in the world as to how it affects my health, the next day, I'm power walking and getting lapped by 50 year old woman, and not in a good way. I would write more, but I can feel the metamucil kicking in and I should go hover so as I don't have a reoccurence of last time. Those were my best pair of pants
So, here's a pretty funny thing that happened to me today. I started jogging recently again. I say again because I tend to run during the summer and then, once the rain hits, I'm like, "Ahhhh, I'll just eat another Twinkie and watch TV. I've noticed, though, that I'm struggling a bit this year. I can only make it about a mile before my back, and just about everything else, starts to hurt. I go and talk to one of the docs at my workplace who's this huge running fanatic. Seriously, the guy writes articles about running for national magazines. I never would have thought that the act of running was complex enough to warrant one magazine article, let alone a slew of them. I mean, you put one foot in front of the other at a quicker pace than usual and bam, you're running. Apparently, I'm wrong. So, I talk to Dr. Robertson and tell him that, frankly, running a mile is kicking my ass, and ask him what he thinks I should do about it. He starts off by telling me that I'm not a young man anymore. Can you believe that? I told him, "Doc, I'm only 29" and he says, "Aren't you going to be 30 in a month?" and I said, "Right, I'm only 29." Well, long story short, he tells me I have to start off by walking, walking, like those old people do at malls. And I don't just mean regular walking, he tells me I have to walk vigorously. I say, "Like, swinging my arms and shit?" he tells me that's exactly right. So, I'm supposed to start power walking for forty-five minutes every day for the next three weeks, then, lucky me, I graduate to running for two minutes then walking for two minutes. In about 2 months I should be able to run a mile. I don't know how it happened. One day, I can eat and drink as much as I want and don't have a care in the world as to how it affects my health, the next day, I'm power walking and getting lapped by 50 year old woman, and not in a good way. I would write more, but I can feel the metamucil kicking in and I should go hover so as I don't have a reoccurence of last time. Those were my best pair of pants
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