the clog

Kinniku-man...

It's about 2:30am right now and I can't sleep. My circadian rhythm has been thrown completely off whack and I blame the holidays. While we're on the blame game, I also blame food in general for being tasty and leading me to become fat. Well, chunkier at least. I can't bring myself to call me fat right now. There's just too much pain. But I was looking in the mirror the other day and I wondered who the tubful of lard was who was looking at me. My shame knew no bounds when I found that the man in the mirror...was me. It's true: I am Fatty Lumpkins. I have no idea where this beer belly came from (well, it's more like a beer rise more than a belly...but still.... Heck, I don't even drink beer...how can this have happened?) but I can no longer take this lying down! I am gonna start exercising! *shudder*.

In ten more minutes I am going to start my midnight runs...which is a bit of a misnomer since it's actually past midnight. It's time to get back that sixpack, baby! So if you see a crazy person running the streets at night...it just might be me (so don't run him over).

My point? Well, it's not really a point, but an invitation: come run with me! It doesn't matter where you are, just run when you have the time. I don't want to suffer alone. Plus, who knows, someone might find you sexy running like that and before you know it you're modelling for GQ (well, probably not likely, but you never know!)

SO run with me!

Rumoku: muscle man in the making...