Running

I hate running.

It blows.

But it burns off that extra crap I've been carrying around for the last 5 years, 

and dang it... I'm sick of being jiggly.

Anyone seen this?

When I get on that cursed machine, I've got my head in the game...

I'm revved up...

I'm feeling ready to feel the burn...

5 minutes in... I'm the kid in yellow.

10 minutes in, I feel like I want to take a bat to the dumb timer telling me I've only done 10 minutes.

12 minutes... I hear "Another one bites the dust" on my iPod,

and because 70% of the songs I hear, evoke some sort of dance memory, 

this pops in my head...

Right around 1:05 where she really puts her ass into it....

Ok.  Back in the game!

16 minutes...  I'm back to the kid in yellow again, and now feel a little sick.

Finish my 20 minutes.

Drive home.

Throw up.

Brush teeth.

Take shower.

Write this for no real reason.

Going to bed.

Good night.