I hit 7:30 pm, and my body just shuts down. I just want to drink some warm milk, crawl in bed, pull my covers tight, and sleep like a senior citizen.
I want to work out, but the planet is pitch dark when I leave work. I can't convince myself to join a gym. Not sure how to make the blood run more swiftly through these dusty old veins of mine.
Maybe I need to get an archenemy that can chase me around and try to kill me.
That'd get me out of bed.
My incredible Fear-Of-Death Workout.
Of course, I could just take up tapdancing.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
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Spending the $30 on a cheap Wal-Mart weight bench and the $20 on weights is one of the smartest things I've ever done. Give yourself some conditions, like "If I watch TV with the family, I've gotta work out while doing it." Or whatever works.
Seriously, you can drop and do push-ups, roll over hit some sit-ups, then roll back over for some more. I don't know how parents DON'T work out; you gotta keep up with balls of energy for, like, life.
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