I have been trying to get back in shape for a little while now, and today I went for a run. I thought since it's only two weeks until the summer really begins (at least in this arctic "paradise") that I would up the ante. Mind you, I did not run the entire time, but I ended up being out for over 90 minutes. I almost got lost in the woods, but it was very temporary. For a little while I was lost, alone and cold, though. The only thing that kept me going was that I had to get back to the "Random" thread. Anyway, I overdid it... I actually used to be in pretty good shape. I played soccer, hockey and even skateboarded for a while; Hence I had no concept of what it really means to be out of shape. Until now, that is... I am so sore that I don't know whether to laugh or cry for every step I take. I usually end up doing both at the same time... I feel like saying "fuck", thus I will: FUCK!
Metaphorically speaking, I've always admired people who've been through war and are able to write and talk about it. Oth, I truly understand and respect those who have been through war and choose not to talk about it.
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