Exercising

Please enjoy the cheesy stock photo I have selected to accompany this entry. This will have to do, because there is very little photographic evidence proving I have ever worked out.

It's not that I'm lazy -- spring through fall, I do all sorts of physical activity. I hike and bike every chance I get. But then winter shows up and suddenly all I can do is collapse in a heap under mounds of blankets and pets. Unless it's snowing. I like snow, and will play in it for hours. However, we don't get much snow -- just lots of icy cold, windy days that make your bones hurt.

For the past few weeks, I've been feeling like a pile of organs sewn up in a sack. People make the false assumption that because I'm skinny, I must be healthy and/or work out. Sadly, this isn't the case. At least, not in the winter. My daily routine has consisted of sleeping, eating, and all the activities I can quickly squeeze in between them. Walking the dog around my neighborhood has become the most athletic task I do all day.

As of last night, I decided I need to make a change. I came to the conclusion that my persistent ailments were the result of my body folding in on itself, my blood festering, my muscles deteriorating, and my bones being reduced to a fine powder. This might sound dramatic, but for once I need to be dramatic -- or I'm going to die, like, tomorrow.

So I made the most out of the feeble exercises I could muster. Jumping-jacks, squats, push-ups, crunches, and various other weird moves I made up. Afterwards, I definitely felt a bit better. Take that, festering blood!

Hopefully, I will continue this trend and improve upon it. I would really like some weights so I can work on building up my noodle-arms.