So I am currently 3 weeks shy of my 40th birthday. I go through phases where I work out a lot and try to get into shape (P90X, hit my hand! hit my hand!… fuck you, Tony Horton!) and where I just get too stressed out to give a damn. I have shitty knees, with arthritis, and a bad ankle from a basketball injury like 16 years ago. I’ve been a smoker, on and off (currently on) for like 22 years. At least when I was still wrestling, I worked out pretty regularly, but right now, I’m maybe ten pounds heavier than I want to be (and twenty heavier than I am when I’m in six-pack abs, legendary/beast mode shape). I’ve gone jogging a few times this year with Steph, but nothing heavy.
But 40 is a cruel cruel bitch… and she knocked on the door this morning and I was like “fuck that, I’m going to be a 17 year old cross country runner again.” So I decided maybe I’d do some training today.
Now, to be fair, I didn’t go all out. It was hot and I knew I was out of shape, so I was trying to “take it a little easy.” That said, “Oh my fucking God, am I not 17…” Fifteen minute miles? I ran the Great Race like 2 years ago, that was 6.2 miles in an hour. Is 38 and
40 39.945205 really that different?
Also, it’s 2014, can I have my bionics now?