The Day Exercise Was Shoved Into My Life

Throughout your life, there are numerous moments that serve as deliberate reminders that you may not be in the best physical shape. Indulging in junk food takes its toll on your body, and when combined with laziness, like in my case, the impact is multiplied by three.

One such moment occurred while I was taking down the outdoor Christmas decorations (yes, it's late February and the decorations are still up— that's how sluggish I can be). Even the simple task of moving a ladder here and there proved to be a struggle for my aging heart and lungs. It was at that precise moment that I realized I desperately needed some exercise.

There were other signs prior to this incident that hinted at the pressing need for physical activity. These included my excessive preference for dark clothing, the complaints I received from fellow passengers on public transportation, the towering tsunamis caused by my ill-fated cannonball attempts in swimming pools, and the accumulation of loyalty cards from six different fast-food restaurants. The list goes on and on. This time, however, I resolved to take action and actually do something about it.

But where should I start?

I sought an exercise routine that wouldn't require me to sign up for a gym membership and subject myself to potential self-esteem crushing. Besides, I was far too "economical" to pay for such a membership. Thus, I made the decision to take up jogging instead. It sounded like a fun endeavor, and I say this with the same level of enthusiasm that a devout Muslim might express when stating that "pork is delectable."

In my future posts, I will share more about my endeavors to attain a physique akin to Derek Ramsey's, despite the challenges and the inevitable setbacks.