June 2nd, 2003


I have no excuse for not being svelte by the end of the summer

Apparently last week was Exercise Equipment Week.

One of the neighbors put an old exercise bike out with the trash. I asked and was graciously welcomed to claim it. So it's sitting in front of my television. I have no excuse not to use it. Please remind me of this the next time you see me.

Then Rick and I went to Tar-jay and I got sucked in by the sign advertising inline skates for thirteen bucks. I insisted on trying them on in the store, which I'm sure was very amusing. When I got home with them, I just had to try them out even though it was after 10 pm and I'm sure the neighbors thought I was nuts. Then again, most of the neighbors had Saxby Chambliss yard signs so I really don't give a shit what they think of me. (Except for the nice neighbors who gave me the bike. They're cool.)

The thing is, so far I haven't made any actual progress learning how to really skate because for some reason, my body is convinced that falling down is going to hurt like hell and therefore I can't really bring myself to do anything but baby steps. I don't fall, but I don't learn either. The irony of this, of course, is that I do things that will probably hurt like hell on a regular basis without even thinking about it (which is probably why I do them. If I were smart enough to think them over I might not). But a friend has loaned me some protective gear so maybe I'll stop being a wuss and learn.

I'm sure there's a metaphor in that somewhere.

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