I exercised on purpose today for the first time in years. It, of course, hurt my body. Did I mention I don't have proper running shorts, so I have to wear cut-off jeans?
My ensemble is a few precarious steps away from a super-gay 1980's rollerblading outfit. It's a great look for the trucking lanes I pass in Pilsen.
Now that I'm finished with school, and I've got a fairly breezy work schedule, I can't really think of a good reason why I shouldn't be exercising the three days a week where I have absolutely nothing better going on. It's free, it's a reason to get out of bed before noon, and maybe by June I'll be able to touch my toes or jog a few miles without stopping.
Here goes nothing!