dead jellyfish

my health level is currently at: low.

for that matter, so is my wallet level, sleep level, romance level, and career level. if i were a Sim, i'd be dead. funny enough though, I have consider myself blessed as none of the aforementioned things affect my comfort level really. it would be nice if all of those were on "medium", but "low" for those particular levels i seem to be content with. things are have been shaping up quite well since the last several posts. truth be told, things were good at the last post, i just wrote it when i was disappointed and was too much in a funk to publish it at the time. but things are good now. i've got food, a little gold, a friend or two, and a bed. hell, i've even got electricity, and internet to match. i cannot complain at all. life is good. just the other day even, i managed to jog over to the drugstore just before it closed, and made it just in time to pick up some badly need toilet paper.

and that's when it happened.

getting to the doors, i stopped my jog, and sweat instantly ensued. it wasn't that far of a run for me to be in such bad shape. but alas, i was there, sweating as if i had run clear across Puerto Rico, when it had only been a matter of blocks. over the next few days, i paid closer attention to my health. noticing i was gaining weight, sleeping harder, easier to frustrate, and poorly motivated to do anything. in hindsight, i suppose the only reason i have remained remotely in shape has to be credited to my 3-year tenure in New York, walking everywhere and hanging with people that worked out, hence making me work out (thanks Charlie).

so today i ran. on the beach. in the afternoon. in a t-shirt, gym shorts, and Puma's. and needless to say, it kicked my ass royally. ROYALLY! it was a mixture of my lack of working out, running on sand (which is just as difficult as everyone says), and the heat. it sucked then, but now, an hour later, i feel great. i even saw a dead jellyfish in the sand. i look forward to doing it again, but know now that running in the water is not a part of running on the beach. that was a stupid, stupid thing i did. rinsing sand and sand water out of your socks and shoes in the bathtub is not how you want to spend your Tuesday night.

so, what will happen is that I will feel vindicated by my 25 minute death jog and go eat at KFC in abotu 30 minutes. then, i'll catch the Itis, and take a nap for 2 hours. waking up at 10oclock to eat some Frosted Flakes and watch cartoons before going to bed at 1am. tomorrow, I'll go to work, tired and looking forward to the end of the day so I can go home to take a nap. Then, after said nap, I'll wake up and eat dinner. I'll look out at the dimly lit 8oclock sky and claim it's too dark to jog. I'll watch TV for an hour, surf the web for an hour, talk to somebody on the phone for an hour, then go to bed to do the whole cycle over again. i'll make it out to jog again once i start wheezing on the way to the refrigerator in three months.

...or, i'll jog again tomorrow, and not be a lazy sack of shit.

time's a snitch.