Sometimes a girl just needs to lick a pickle.
Last week, Celestia and I were talking about the 5k Kay and I were doing, and she asked me if I was training for it. I very arrogantly responded, “If I have to train to walk three miles, then I’m in pretty bad shape.”
Uh, yeah. As it turns out, I’m in pretty bad shape.
Three flat miles would have been a breeze, but I was not prepared for hills. Almost the entire course at UCLA was an incline of some sort, and at the pace I was walking (which is a fast one - I don’t walk, I CHARGE), by the time I finished, every single part of my body south of my boobs hurt. Kay and I looked like two 90 year-old women walking back to the car.
As much as it hurt (and yes, I am ashamed to say that it did), I enjoyed doing it, and would not be opposed to doing another one in the near future. However, it would be awesome if they were later, and I didn’t have to get up at freaking six in the morning on Sunday. I detest the idea of hearing the alarm on the weekend.
This is clearly some sort of warped sign that it’s time for me to get some form of *gulp* regular exercise.
And now, because I’m too tired to write more, I’m going to leave you with a little video.
If you’re not watching The Soup on E!, you’re missing some funny shit.
Comment by Meany
August 28, 2007 @
Dude, I feel your pain. Every time I walk up the stairs in the building where I work, I have to take a knee after each flight. (But will I quit smoking? Probably not.)