Physique

Earlier this week, I told myself that I have to start running to get myself into a better physical condition. As I am a person that is all talk, I never got around to actually going outside until today; part of the reason why it took this long is because the weather hasn't really been too favourable to be running under. However, I did manage to do it this morning, and I am very happy and sad that I did.

You may or may not know that I have one heckuva metabolism that allows me to stay incredibly skinny. I don't really care for what my body is like because I never had to. Some people have, at one time or another, experienced the glorious days of being able to devour any type of food, no matter the content, and never gain a pound. I can see myself like this at least until my mid to late 20's. Many people work out to burn calories more than anything. I don't know what the real reason behind working out should be, because I've never had to know, but working out just to burn calories just doesn't seem like the proper reason to it. Anyways, you might think that, "Nathan! You're so damn skinny, you don't ever need to work out" or "you're so skinny, man. Do you get skinnier if you work out?" I think the reason you should be working out, instead of burning calories, is to maintain your bodily functions, not for staying skinny; learn your facts, please.

So, back to my run. I took a look outside: mainly cloudy and looks like there's some wind too. I pop on my windbreaker and I grab my shoes and head outside. I know that this will have to be a slow pace as I start my jog down my driveway; not having jogged for three years makes things really painful to go fast. I had a rough map of where I wanted to run in my head, so I kind of just went to wing it. I ran on an incline to begin, went around a circular crescent, then started my decline down the avenue. I would say there was about a good distance for me to be going downhill, then just to realize, that I will have to come back uphill to get home. Crap. So then, I noticed my breathing was beginning to get heavy, so I found a turn and I decided that I would go home before I die. After, what seems to be the longest uphill 300 meters in my life, I am gasping for air when I finally make it home. It is then, that I realized something: I am in the WORST shape I have ever been, in my life.

That is what I meant, earlier, when I said it was awesome and depressing at the same time. It felt really good to go outside for some fresh air, but to see how big a failure of my fitness level is really made me want to give up on life. But I guess we all have to start somewhere right? Haha. It should be a pretty interesting experience.

Speaking of which, remind me to write up a to-do's list so I don't waste too much more time.