Run #2

So, I upped my distance today. I ran a mile and I am beginning to remember why it is that I don't run a lot. I am out of shape. 100 yards from home, I wanted to give up and walk the rest of the way. But then an image popped into my head. The image that haunts me every time I reach for another no-bake, or choose DP instead of water. This guy.
Now, I really could have put that 1200 lb. guy from Mexico, or Al Roker (pre-stomach staple), or maybe Dom DeLouise (R.I.P.), but I really don't think that those are likely scenarios. As sedentary as I am, I am active enough and don't eat enough to get that obese. What is very likely is that I will always be this guy. We'll call him Eric.

While Eric isn't too overweight, he has the obvious gut. Additionally, he has moobs, man boobs, he-hooters, whatever you would like to call them. These aren't your normal, "Even Kiera Knightly would hardly be jealous" flab-pockets. He has a spare tire sitting on top of his spare tire. Eric is a wet-nurse.

I don't want to be Eric. I don't think even Eric wants to be Eric. That aside, he is obviously comfortable enough with his body to take a topless photoshoot and let it be posted on the internet. So I move on to the bigger reason why I need to not be Eric and why you need to not be Eric. Eric will probably have some sort of Heart Condition, or maybe diabetes. Ladies don't like the spare tire, but ladies really don't like the amputated leg.

Unless you're this guy.

So I am going to keep running, even though I fear it may kill me. Someday soon, it won't be as awful as it currently is. Love and kisses.

Today's Mileage: 1.0
Total Mileage: 1.85