Giddy with anticipation.

Today is my third straight day without a workout, and it feels weird. Normally, I work out about 5-6 times per week, I rarely take consecutive days off, and three in a row is nearly unheard of. But I’m taking it easy for a few days. I’ve had some knee pain in the last week and with Warrior Dash tomorrow, I need to give it a chance to recover. I haven’t been doing anything too strenuous as far as exercise goes, but the truth is, even with 65 pounds lost, I’m still dropping about 340 pounds on my joints with each step.

The good news (kinda) is that for the first time in my life probably ever, I genuinely am not enjoying not working out. Oh, back in the day I could not work out like a motherfucker! But now that I’ve cut out watching TV and eating horribly delicious food from my daily life, being a lazy fatass just is a lot less fun. So for now, I am giddy with anticipation for Warrior Dash tomorrow, and I’m sure that that giddiness will last until approximately 9:03 am, when I’m about a quarter of a mile into the Warrior Dash and I wonder who would be crazy enough to run up an enormous dusty hill on a fucking Saturday.

Also, it’s probably time that I get myself a new belt. But I’m very reluctant. This belt has stuck with me through fat and more fat. Also, it has these loops in it with metal rings in the loops (though about half the metal rings are gone now), and it was always a great benchmark of how mindblowingly fat I’d become. Now it makes an excellent measure of how sexy I’m getting. I started losing weight when I was at the fourth loop. Now I’m at the stage where the ninth loop is just a little too loose and the tenth is just a little too tight. I think I’m going to keep this guy around for a little while longer. I think he needs a name though. All good items of clothing deserve names.

Oh, and a major bummer in my lack of workoutability over the last three days has been my inability to bust out my new shoes! Yes, I broke down and bought a pair of running shoes that required more thought than “what kind of size 14 running shoes does the Payless have?”. In fact, the new shoes I got aren’t even size 14; they’re 12 ½. Are my feet shrinking? Who knows? As long as that whole “guys with big feet” thing isn’t scientifically accurate, I’m not too worried. Wait, is it? Hmm…

Oh yes, the shoes. Here’s a picture:

Aren’t they pretty? They’d better be; I paid $95 for them. Actually, $95 isn’t a bad price to pay for good shoes. The real bitch is when I had to bust out $10 for a pair of god damned socks. Socks! And now I just want to get down to the business of running a hole into them so I have to buy more damn socks. Stupid knee.

But tomorrow is Warrior Dash! I’m getting through/under/over all the obstacles if it kills me. If it does, well, it’s been good knowing you all. Donate my body to a university or something. Just don’t let some asshole 18-year-old pose me with my hand on my crotch or something. Wait, what am I saying? Totally let him do that. In fact, make that one of the conditions of my donation. Happy Friday!