Not sure getting healthy is worth the pain.
Eschewing all logic and reason, on arising from my bed this morning I decided to go for a run. It will be, I thought, magnificent! The sedentary ways into which my body has so avariciously sunk will be torn from me, and a fresh, crisp purpose take its place!
09:17 - Leave house. Enter park. Check time and aim for a starting block of ten minutes before taking a break. I am cautiously optimistic! Lungs gently query what's going on.09:19 - Complete first hill. Jogging surprisingly hard. Lungs exhausted and alarmed, everything else fine. Throat, very cold.
09:21 - Have. (t) stop - thoat, closed. Go to.. spit. Miss. Dribble on self. Pain. Shards of cold are slicing sensitive, blackened lung tissue. They cry to me - such pain, such pain.09:22 - Weep softly
09:23 - Resume jogging at gentler pace. Confidence will not return. I am a hounded man.09:24 - See a nice tree. Consider stopping and sitting on tree. No! Absorb last vestiges of determination and continue. I am not so pathetic to be defeated like that!
09:24 - Double back and climb on tree. A doggy comes to say hello and wee at me. Hello doggy!09:25 - Play iPhone games. Have a nap. Listen to the birds and the wind. 09:27 - Wonder if exercising intellect can be substituted for exercising body. Run through the typical objections to Plato's Forms, try and remember Aristotle's virtues. Feel good about myself. Healthy.
09:28 - Remember 4 years of exceptionally heavy drug use. Intellectual exercises of a moment ago seem like a piss in the ocean. Sigh resignedly.09:30 - Decide to jog back home. Leave tree, cross grass, exit park and enter house.
10:06 - Finish blog post. Lungs still hacking up crap and agony. Not worth it. NOT WORTH IT. -------------