I do the gym thing about five days a week and my dogs drag me on a 2 1/2 mile beach walk each morning. I don't do it so much because I want to be a "gym rat." Nor am I interested in looking like some steroid raging freak. I do the gym because I crushed my leg not long after 9-11. I spent two long periods of time on my back. First time about a year and the second right at nine months. I'm not in Shauk's height or weight class, I'm 6 even. But I've always been "big." I can't tell you the number of times, upon meeting someone new, they ask "let me guess- football, right?" "Actually no I smoked a lot dope and drank a lot in school, I thought the jocks were jerk offs, but thanks for asking."
After my second couch vacation I found I'd gained weight, not a small amount either. I had more then one doctor tell me I probably wouldn't walk again. Screw them. When I realized I been down for nine straight months I got up and started walking. I walked a couple yards at first, then a couple blocks and eventually I was walking miles. Since then I've found I have to keep moving or I feel like crap.
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Last edited by Tully Mars; 05-10-2008 at 11:33 AM..
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