In general, I hate running.  However, this morning I went running.  I ran a few weeks ago too.  I’m building up motivation to do it more.  While my distaste for the long haul exercise is generally putrid, I do acknowledge that I need to do it.  Or at least something.  I’m 32 years old after all.  My metabolism has slowly withered away to nothing.  10 years ago, I could easily sit down and eat 3 Big Macs with no ill affects.  It seems if I eat a cracker now, my intestinal outline adds gerth.

From time to time, I may solicit support from my friends.  I don’t require any gifts or recognition though.  My mentality is more of the bootcamp sort.  Yell at me; tell me I’m fat; scream at me to get my lazy ass out of the recliner.  You may think it’s unncessary and harsh, but it works.

I’ve been doing crunches and pushups for awhile now.  I’ve slowly seen the difference in my stamina and pectoral shape.  Yes, I have man boobs; not the big saggy kind that requires a bro but the just subtle mole hills (not attractive in my opinion).

Some of you are probably wondering why I don’t just join a gym.  Oddly enough, I have full access to a gym at my workplace.  We even have raquetball courts and I could shower afterwards.  There is something about working out in front of people though that scares me.  I can’t explain it.  Intimidation maybe?  When I was in high school, I was not really a “big” guy so to speak; tall, but just not built massively.  Whenever I’d have to go workout in the rec center above the gym, I felt insignificant compared to the guys who were doing 400lb dead lifts and 350lb bench presses.  I couldn’t hang with that!!  Maybe it pyschologically scarred me for life.

I’ll leave you with a quote from one of my favorite movies, and an example of the kind of motivation I require:

If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training, you will be a weapon. You will be a minister of death praying for war. But until that day you are pukes. You are the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even human, fucking beings. You are nothing but unorganized grabastic pieces of amphibian shit. Because I am hard you will not like me. But the more you hate me the more you will learn. I am hard but I am fair. There is no racial bigotry here. I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops or greasers. Here you are all equally worthless. And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps. Do you maggots understand that?

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman — Full Metal Jacket