Or maybe both? Hell who cares? I’m having fun, I think.
All I seem to do for the last few weeks is work, walk, run, bike and homework. That’s OK with me. I am getting stronger, faster and hopefully smarter. Might not seem exciting but I’ll take it. When my life gets exciting it usually means something hit the fan.
I am really happy to be enjoying exercising again. For the last few months I was just doing it because. Because I needed to. To stay in shape, to eat chocolate without gaining weight, to manage my stress, but not because I enjoyed it. So it is good to do it for all those reasons but also because it is fun again.
I think it is because I got a new bike and now I can possibly really hurt myself if I crash, something about that adrenaline rush of going fast and knowing it is going to be bad if I hit the pavement. I mean I am not the most graceful of people. I have fallen off my bike, it just isn’t so bad when you do it really slowly. If anything it must look quite comical, like something in a Benny Hill skit.
Something to do with going fast has inspired me to try running again. It might be that does burn more calories, hence I can eat more chocolate chips mixed with peanut butter. I walk fast but even walking at over 4 mph (fools my gps into thinking I’m jogging) it doesn’t burn the same calories as running. Cookie and gravy season is coming, not together unless Ben and Jerry comes out with a cookie and gravy ice cream and then you bet I’ll try it.
So the running thing, my knees are not happy about it. I think I will keep at it for a while longer and see if they get better. Besides I am sure I am bringing joy into people’s lives, if you think I am a klutz on a bike you ought to see me try to run. I certainly feel like a herd of three legged elephants trundling down the road, I don’t even want to think about what I look like. I am sure someone must find this amusing. If they’re laughing I wouldn’t know because between the sweat pouring into my eyes and the sound of my labored breathing I can barely see or hear where I am going. I don’t remember running being so damn difficult, but then again I don’t remember running unless I was being chased. That might change ones perspective.
These are the things I do to entertain myself. Damn if you had told me how much fun growing up was going be, I would have shot myself. Of course I supposed this beats drinking myself into oblivion but how would I remember? You know that oblivion part kinda makes it hard to remember why I thought that was fun.