It appears that the past few weeks (months?) of eating out at the Brooksider more often than not has taken it’s toll. I don’t know exactly where mini corndogs and waffle fries fall on the nutritional scale, but apparently not very favorably. So, Monday morning I started… A new diet. Not a very fancy diet, mind you. It loosely consists of “eat less and don’t go out every night”. Shouldn’t be THAT hard. I also (gasp) took up jogging. Maybe “took up jogging” is an exaggeration at this point… I’m “testing the waters” of jogging. I’ve been hitting the treadmill at the gym for about a year, so I figured it’d be roughly the same thing. Not really. You’ve got wind, hills, (albeit very slight ones,) and nothing to tell you how fast to go. The whole “pace” thing is definitely a new concept for me. It’s kind of like driving; when you’re a few feet behind somebody, the natural tendency is to go ahead and pass them. Well, that’s fine when you’re in a car that’s powering itself. If you’re relying on lungs that haven’t seen fresh air in umpteen years… Not such a good idea. So far it’s going pretty good though. It’s exactly 2 miles down to the Brooksider and back, so that’s been the route every night. And, I do manage to avoid the sirens call and turn around when I get there. My favorite part is the wacky thoughts that start creeping into your mind at about the 1/2 mile point. Bizarre, wacky thoughts, but with the lack of oxygen and extreme fatigue, they seem perfectly lucid at the time. Provides a lot of entertainment to pass the time. Some of my favorites are:
- I wonder if that lady would notice if I sat in her stroller, and she could just push me back.
- Hey, look at that, some kid left his bike unlocked…
- I bet I could jump in the back of that pickup truck undetected.
- Hey kid, I’ll give you $50 for your scooter.