Read the article on the Death Master File. Awesome!
In the end, I won’t be remembered for any great scientific work, medical miracle, architectural wonder or writing the Great American Novel.
I will be remembered for making you laugh so hard you spit your drink out after I told some gawd awful, inappropriate joke that you KNOW you shouldn’t laugh at, is horribly wrong.
But made you laugh your ass off anyways.
And I’m GOOD with that.
That said, when I think of waffles, I damn near come in my pants.
So don’t take every statement at face value, OK?
So after two weeks of very lackluster workouts because of work and laziness, I hit the gym today, thinking I’d pick up where I left off.
With predictable results.
30 minutes on the bike damn near had me on the brink of gasping death. I’m out of shape. Or more so than before…
So it’s back to remedial, bullshit basics. Two to three days a week of the bike, just burning a pound or two. One run a week. Weights. Crunches.
Signed up for the Spartan Sprint in Malibu in December. MarSoc Mud Run is in a little over a month.
It’s time to get back in the saddle. There are always excuses. Most of them aren’t good ones. Time to own shit and get it done.
Come back with your shield, or on it.