Well, it finally happened. I (Jim) turned 30. Along with turning 30, 12 years of inactivity finally caught up with me in the form of 30 pounds over the last 6 years of my life. While I won't argue with the many people who have told me "30 pounds! You probably needed to gain 20 anyway!", it's the last 10 that I have an issue with. They have taken the form of a small bulge around my waistline.
Yes, I now have a spare tire.
So, the day after my 30th birthday, I decided to take up running, in an effort to shave down the tire. The first day was awful. Two minutes into my jog, I felt like I had a large sandbag tied to each foot, and a sack of bricks on my chest!
At this point I have been running for about a month, and it is much easier, although I still can't match my speed from high school.
Ahh, the folly of youth, eh?
A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.
Yes, I now have a spare tire.
So, the day after my 30th birthday, I decided to take up running, in an effort to shave down the tire. The first day was awful. Two minutes into my jog, I felt like I had a large sandbag tied to each foot, and a sack of bricks on my chest!
At this point I have been running for about a month, and it is much easier, although I still can't match my speed from high school.
Ahh, the folly of youth, eh?
A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips. 
1 comment:
happy birthday, fat ass!
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