Hmmm... sit-ups...
I've been biking more than usually lately, on the basis that I want to be fit, but I don't want any muscle definition. That is, I want to look like a man, not some unrealistic ideal of a man... Not unlike He-man and a Calvin Kline model.
I like it. I'm not athletic in anyway, which I couldn't give a shit about, I just need to get to a point where I can run more than three feet without running out of breath.
I can't imagine myself doing anything more, IE lifting weights, because like I said, I don't want to look like a jackass. I've come to love my awkward frame and the self-deprecating humor it allows me.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
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