It occured to me today that, despite being a skinny twig-like little fucker, I am brutally out of shape. This is rather odd, since I live a very healthy lifestyle (beer, gin, whiskey, cigarettes and junk-food).
I had to take my car to the garage today because it's in horrible shape, despite the fact that I had to shell out $728 on it two weeks ago just to get it to pass inspection. The current problem is that it stalls whenever you hit the gas unless you're REALLY gentle. Fortunately, the ride to the garage was mostly downhill.
Problem is, I had no one to give me a ride back, so I was forced to set out on a GRUELLING, uphill, mile-and-a-half trek over sidewalk, shoulder and state highway in the sweltering summer sun. How's that for some fucking alliteration!?
Yes, I know, a mile and a half should not be at all gruelling. I'm starting to think there might be a grain of truth in those half-baked off-the-wall rumors that smoking is bad for your lungs. I smoke a lot, including 5-6 cigarettes on the walk back. I'm sure that didn't help.
The point I'm trying to make is that this was the most vigorous exercise I've put my under-used cardiovascular system through since that passion-filled 36-hour marathon I spent with Monk's fine-ass sister a couple months ago.
-TW