My greatest fear, besides being run over by a University of Texas campus shuttle bus, is becoming a Fatty (no, not rolling one, being one). I used to be a Fatty, then one day, out of pure disgust at looking at myself, I started to change my diet and amped up my exercise. Yes, I controlled the beast. 40lbs lighter, I live with the burden of being a constantly chased by the extra lbs everyday of my life. But I love this chase.
What is my point? Well, my week has been busy. I have not been able to run, swim and/or workout for 4 DAYS now. The DEVIL wants me to go eat a Big Ass Burger at the Roaring Fork just to end the mind FU*K that I am playing with myself. Why am I so obsessed that I need to worry about not exercising for a few days? Well, I am in the cycle. My talking friend can only shake his head at my lack of reasoning.
The Big Ass Burger, MMMM MMM
I am reduced down to the scenario that could not be better stated than by ultra running purist Anton Krupicka: “a person who has found himself in such a hopeless situation that all he can do is smile wryly.” Now Anton was talking about quitting the Leadville Trail 100 at MILE 78 because…well who really knows. Maybe Anton was craving a burger too.
My bark today is this…am I the only one that feels like a middle-aged idiot for obsessing over not exercising for a few days because work, clients, life got in the way? I think not.
So what do we do about this?
I am going to get up extra early (before 4am) just so that i can jump start my week with an extra long run followed up my a few mile swim in Barton Springs. I just may feel better.
Just needed to get this off of my chest.
Ciao, I mean Chow, I mean…damn I want that burger.
Being Chased by Fatty
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