Truth

Anthias at Fantasea, a photo by blue.shark on Flickr.

I jogged 2 kilometers the other day. Im really proud of myself. I think Ima make it! Im not even worried about collapsing and dying in the middle of that 5k race at the end of the month.

Alright fine, thats not really all that true. I walk/jogged that 2k... but it was uphill! So I was still workin hard on the whole thing!

Ug ok so only half of it was uphill. I finally got to the top of the hill, said a few cuss words and turned around and jogged back home.

*le sigh* So I didnt jog back home. I walked uphill for 1k and then it wasnt exactly jogging. It was more like wobbly legged shuffling with my tongue hanging out one side. Thankfully it was downhill, gravity was doing most of the work for me and I was planning on calling my roomie to have him come pick me up, but he was asleep at the time and frankly, he would take so long to get there, I would probably just stop and take a nap on the side of the road. So I just kept flopping my legs infront of me as gravity pulled me down hill. Its still good right? I mean 2k is further then I walked yesterday. Or the day before. Or for the last 5 years I think.