"But there are lots like us, with no grave but the stage."

Monday, August 9, 2010

running, jumping, standing still.

so, one day of wiffle ball (with stick ball rules - not even a real game!) and my entire body is fucking sore. i'm in the worst shape of my life. i reached my physical prime when i was ten. seriously, i can''t swing a fucking bat without being sore for the next day or three. then softball last night. killer game. and yet again, i woke up feeling like an 80-year-old world war two veteran with shot knees, a droopy Achilles and a beaten rib cage. someone get me a hemorrhoid tube to sit on all week. i'll return it, no worries.

i told myself today that once i'm not sore anymore, i'll take up running again. i think it's something i just need to do. i don't want to be sore like this after some pussy physical activity each and every time (and last year after the annual softball game, i was). and i'm afraid i'll wake up from a night of fucking and be sore...oh wait.

and in conclusion, after so long without wearing sneakers, they make you feel like you're walking on clouds. man, i'm fucked.

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