Three times last night, in two different newspapers and once on The Tonight Show, I saw reports that lack of exercise shortens lives and people are dropping dead all over the place because of this.
I’ve taken this as a sign. I feel it was somehow directed at me. Maybe it was my guardian angel.
I’ve noticed my clothes getting tighter later, and if I was in a race, my stomach might come in first with the rest of me finishing last. I need to lose 12 pounds, and today it begins. I’m serious about this. So in a few minutes I’m going to walk 5.6 kilometers to a gas station outside of town, and then walk back again. 11.2 kms. in total. I feel this is quite a bit.
Now that I’ve told you, I’m committed. Damn.
I’ll be back later with a Habs post. And I’ll tell you how long it took to walk 11.2 kms.
If you don’t hear back, the walk killed me.