Exercise is for suckers, which makes me a sucker. Sort of. A tiny bit. Almost.
We’re going back to Disney World in a few weeks and I am clinically fat and out of shape. I suggested to my wife that starting tomorrow we should go to the gym and practice walking… because really, I need the practice. She suggested that we go for a walk around the block tonight. I scoffed. She insisted. I caved and went.
It was only 20 minutes and it was okay because it is gorgeous out. I actually worked up a tiny bit of a sweat, but that is probably because I’m so ridiculously fat and gross and awful, though 30 pounds less fat and gross and awful than I was a few months ago.
I learned one thing on our walk. I learned that at least one of our neighbors is a jerk face. Why? Because there was a band rehearsing in one of them there houses and they have never invited me to play! I mean, I am a thoroughbred dad-band shred master with all the coolest vintage style gear. I mean, come on dudes… I own a Klon pedal (not the Centaur though) and I own TWO (2) 40+ year old Gibson guitars! I am dad-rock gold!
Maybe this summer I’ll try sitting on the front step with my amp at full blast and see who comes visiting.
Change of subject:
Why do Sushi restaurants have fish tanks? Is it advertising?