All I can say is…. damn right.
In the midst of writing this post, I went for a run. Barely. I almost gave up and went back inside. Then I remembered… I damned well want a nice ass. So I said “to hell with it” and out I went.
Monday’s infographic – 12 fantastic mental benefits of exercise. This, coupled with Friday’s cheeky post, will get you well on your way to a great mood!
What, like I can add to this. Aside from saying… yeah baby… and I love the “burns calories” (less than everyone says) and “improves self-esteem” (well, duh….). Anyway, saw it, and had to blog it.
Bless me, St. Sebastian, oh patron saint of runners and athletes. Bestow upon me your wisdom and hear my confession, the confession of a sinner who skips workouts, who doesn’t review his goals often enough, and yet who tidies his corner of the blogosphere for the sake of appearance, and tries to always be shown putting the best training shoe forward. Forgive me for being so undifferentiated in my writing, so full of echo and reblog, and yet at times so empty and vapid and lacking of opinion and direction. Bestow upon me your sweet, sweaty grace for writing as though from a position that it was all so effortless, for it is not; that it was easy to decide and that with some small motivation, you too will get on your training shoes and get out the door. Hear me, and let me speak my confession and opine strongly at last on my own fitness, health, weight and blogging – and how I, as a mere mortal on this trodden earth, am a regular if not total failure at most of it.