I Might Be Dead

Remember yesterday when I mentioned I had tried to walk in place for a measurable amount of time in order to trick my back into letting me exercise a little tiny bit?

I did it again today. Five minutes of walking in place. Also… I did it twice.

My watch says I have fake walked for about half a mile. For normal people, a half mile walk isn’t anything. For someone as dangerously, dare I say criminally, as out of shape as I am… half a mile is insane.

There is a little part of me that thinks I am actually dead but just haven’t fallen down yet. Like that scene in that movie that I was just about to spoil but won’t because that would be mean of me. She hits him, he talks to her for a while, then he walks away and after a specific number of steps just dies? That movie that I’m not going to mention the name of because it will spoil it for the three people left on Earth who haven’t seen it yet? You all know what I’m talking about, right?

I’ll tell you what, if I do in fact keel over I will immediately post about it from the after life. I promise.

Seriously though… I wonder if I could get myself into the habit of doing this three times a day. I might do it again after work. Assuming I’m alive, of course.