injuredcyclist

two and half years of smoking and little exercise came back and bit me in the ass today. i decided id go for a run after work, in an effort to gradually start getting back into some semblance of good physical condition. in about a half mile i had to stop once and walk twice. my lungs hurt, my heart was racing, and my legs got tired. seriously, what the fuck did i do that to myself for?

i met a girl friday night. we ended up back in the office sprawled on top of a conference table talking and kissing. it was amazing. fingers crossed that shell see me again.