...legs fell off. I guess anxiety was playing a part in this, though I'm not sure why. So I actually decided to walk. On the sunny side of the street. Uphill. I am a fat, lazy person. I should not be walking uphill in the sun. It just looks wrong. The bus even passed me on my way and I could have gotten on then, shaved twenty minutes off my time, but at that point I was too stubborn and decided I had...

...the kitchen.   If I’m serious about that counting as exercise, I’m going to have to do two things: a) Start taking on that hill; b) Running some of it.   As it stands now, I’m just a fat man walking in a circle.   I was plugged into my iPod the whole time: after flipping through some various stuff (reminder to check out some more NOFX and punk in general), I ended up on Rage Against the Machine...