I watched the Sunrise

It’s the stuff movies are made of. A lone guy jog­ging as the sun rises over-top of him. He’s sweat­ing… pant­ing… grunt­ing as he forces him­self to place one foot in front of the other. His eyes are glazed over and his iPod Shuf­fle is pump­ing the tunes that keep him entranced and able to main­tain for­ward motion.

I decided to get up and jog this morn­ing. I had con­sid­ered hit­ting the ‘Y’ but I decided to just keep it here. The fact of the mat­ter is though, I fully believe that if God had wanted me to run more, he would have made me about a foot less-broad. I mean, it’s like the Tor­toise told the Hare, it’s all about aero­dy­nam­ics. And I’m not. I’m like a Mac Truck with a brick wall on its nose.

But damn did it feel good to wake up and sweat. So I think I will con­tinue the trend with my dumb­bells and a core workout.

This morning’s run­ning playlist:
Nick­el­back — Ani­mals
Incubus — Anna Molly
Linkin Park — Bleed it out
Step­pen­wolf — Born to be Wild
Tantric — Break­down
Eric Prydz — Call on Me (Eric Prydz vs Retarded Funk Mix)