to work out or not to work out....that is the question...
that i really really hate jogging
hate it with a passion...but yet i know how good it is for me and how good i feel afterwards...
blah...i guess it is a love hate relationship with me and jogging
and why is it there is always someone on the treadmill next to you is always some young buck/philly who isnt even breaking a sweat and has been jogging for twice as long as you
so i have a question....(one that will only be answered if people actually read this stupid blog)....if you go to the gym...what is the one thing that you LOATHE doing...but will still do cuz you know its good for you...
anyone....
anyone....
buller...
buller....
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Why I hate exercising. By Brian.
I do not like to exercise because it makes me sweat, and it makes my head hurt. Sometimes, it gives me blisters on the bottoms of my feet and between my toes – it sort of depends of the shoes I wear, but still. I also do not like to stand naked in the shower with a bunch of other people. One of my legs is longer than the other by about seven inches and I think if I stand naked in the shower, someone might notice. When I’m dressed, I wear shoes, so you really can’t tell the difference unless you happen to notice that one of my shoes has a soul that is seven inches thicker than the other – but it’s subtle. I realize exercise is good for me, but when I made a list of the goods and the bads of exercising, “good for me” was the only item in the plus column, while I had exactly sixty-two items in the “cons” section (and I didn’t even think hard about it). I even had to tape an extra paper to my first paper to fit the rest of the negatives list. I was out of tape, so it was more of a pain in the ass than it sounds like. I don’t have a stapler. I used to fold the edge of the paper and put a little tear in it to hold the papers together, but one time Mr. Morten, my eleventh grade history teacher made me rewrite my entire paper on the Civil War, entitled “Great corn recipes before and after the Civil War” just because of the folded and torn paper fastening method I’d used. That really sucked. I tried to play the “one leg is shoter than the other so I deserve some concessions” card with him, but it fell on deaf ears. I mean, he could hear, he just wasn’t listening.
To be honest, I stole most of the recipes from my mothers Betty Crocker Cookbook collection (I did, however, make one up). I couldn’t figure out how to find some corn recipes from either before or after the Civil War, so I had to improvise. I got a D-. I don’t think I got a bad grade because of my paper fastening. I’m pretty sure it was because Mr. Morten didn’t like my corn recipes.
To summarize, I hate exercising.
August 10, 2004 9:41 AM
wow
you are either a great rambler or you put a ton of thought into that comment!
i hate sweating too...and i dont shower at the gym...the thought of someone elses foot fungus drives me crazy actually it gives me the heebie jeebies!
anyhow...thanks for the comment...im honoured that you actually spent time at my blog! :)
August 10, 2004 11:41 AM
Hey, you spent time at mine first. I mean, I'm not pointing a finger or anything, but it's true.... so I was honoured before you. I'm not Canadian, but I put that extra "U" in honored just for you. And I like you’re blog. I might just move in. Every morning when you come in here to do your blogging business, you’ll see me in the corner in my bathrobe, drinking orange juice and reading the paper. Lucky you!
Oh, and come here close and I’ll tell you a secret…closer…cloooooser…good.
Both of my legs are the same length. At least, I think they are. I’ve never measured, but I’m pretty sure.
Trust me, I'm a rambler.
August 10, 2004 12:04 PM
Hey, you spent time at mine first. I mean, I'm not pointing a finger or anything, but it's true.... so I was honoured before you. I'm not Canadian, but I put that extra "U" in honored just for you. And I like you’re blog. I might just move in. Every morning when you come in here to do your blogging business, you’ll see me in the corner in my bathrobe, drinking orange juice and reading the paper. Lucky you!
Oh, and come in here close and I’ll tell you a secret…closer…cloooooser…good.
Both of my legs are the same length. At least, I think they are. I’ve never measured, but I’m pretty sure.
Trust me, I'm a rambler.
August 10, 2004 12:05 PM
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