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ghiniI spent most of the day at work bursting with energy. I was stuck in front of the computer with my leg pistoning a hundred times a minute when all I wanted was to be walking in the park. I was looking forward to a long night out drinking and dancing. Anything to burn off the energy.
I come home and meet up with Brian and Di and Vivian. We get a bit tipsy (or very tipsy in the case of Vivian and Di) and head out to Highlander for dinner.
At some point, sitting at the Highlander, my energy vanished. I wanted to go to SEKS and dance, see Wayne and Lori and generally have fun, but my body was crashing hard.
I desperately need to get the GSU job. Money and respectability are good, but best of all, they have a gym. I can feel my body building up layers of fat from my inactivity. Back at CNN there was a gym in the building and I loved it. I was working out, lost nearly 40 pounds and felt better than I had in years.
I'm 28 now, and the physical joys of youth are in their last glimmer. I can either try to make my body into the shape I have always wanted or I can slowly slide towards the point where I resemble Jabba the Hut.
I miss the thrill of a healthy body. Walking around in a fit body feels the same as driving a well tuned sports car. Alas, I'm currently living in the equivalent of my 88 Celica: creaky, broken down and in desperate need of a tune up.
I come home and meet up with Brian and Di and Vivian. We get a bit tipsy (or very tipsy in the case of Vivian and Di) and head out to Highlander for dinner.
At some point, sitting at the Highlander, my energy vanished. I wanted to go to SEKS and dance, see Wayne and Lori and generally have fun, but my body was crashing hard.
I desperately need to get the GSU job. Money and respectability are good, but best of all, they have a gym. I can feel my body building up layers of fat from my inactivity. Back at CNN there was a gym in the building and I loved it. I was working out, lost nearly 40 pounds and felt better than I had in years.
I'm 28 now, and the physical joys of youth are in their last glimmer. I can either try to make my body into the shape I have always wanted or I can slowly slide towards the point where I resemble Jabba the Hut.
I miss the thrill of a healthy body. Walking around in a fit body feels the same as driving a well tuned sports car. Alas, I'm currently living in the equivalent of my 88 Celica: creaky, broken down and in desperate need of a tune up.
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Date: 2002-02-16 06:38 am (UTC)I know what you mean about being fit. Back in the day when I ran 3-5 miles a day and was strong from lifting weights and didnt smoke so much, I felt miles better than I do now. Damn real life for taking time away best devoted to ourselves!
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Date: 2002-02-17 03:42 am (UTC)Heck, even as a kid I was hefty. Now, now I'm just getting fat. Darn desk job.
Closest I came to being fit was when I was working for Target & RPS at the same time. Target I was spending a good chunk of time pushing around lots of carts (without the mechanical assistance they have now!), and at RPS I worked scanning bar codes & keying in zip codes for the packages. Doesn't sound like much, but it required a lot of moving around and some decent about of lifting things. Not near as much as loading/unloading (I tried that one night; it nearly killed me), but more than I typically did.
Course, that was back when I was in college, 10+ years ago. Now I just lack energy to do anything beyond work, and even that is a stretch at times.
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Date: 2002-02-18 07:33 am (UTC)It's fun... come on... everybody's doing it....