I’ve been working hard over the last few weeks, trying to
get in shape for my travels to Mexico and Beyond this fall. Punching bags, speed bags, jump ropes, free
weights, and protein shakes have been a part of my daily regiment. I am a man on a mission, so to
speak. It is not my intention to become
Hulk or anything such as that, I’m just trying to build more muscle tone. Because of my (pardon my swearing) fucked up
Pituitary Gland, I have to work twice as hard to maintain muscle mass. If a normal person can walk five miles a week
to stay in shape, I have to walk ten! Life is a struggle for us all, but…Aaaarrghhh…You do not want to get me started on how hard I have to work, just to live and breath.
Today, out in my workshop, I decided to take out all of my
aggression on my speed bag and heavy punch bag. Cockily, I punched, jabbed, and threw massive blows onto the inanimate
objects. I decided that the bag had
enough of me, so I threw a right jab, and ended up hitting a concrete wall
instead.
I am sitting here, punching the keys one at a time, because
two of the knuckles on my right hand are swollen beyond recognition! Momma always told me not to hit something
that couldn’t fight back.
So, when my knuckles come back into view, and I can bend my
fingers, I’ll blog. Peace!
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Ouch!! What are you like?!
Hey wingnut! I read the link. I had no idea! You’ve turned out OK. You’re politically and socially aware, speak your mind, write wonderful narrative, (better than your prose in my mind),can record and edit podcasts, take fantastic photos, write mooshy poetry (sorry dude, you know where I’m coming from). You love your mother and horses, have a winnig smile, a lovely accent, a brain, empathy, sensitivity, humour, friends – AND a big red truck! You don’t need muscles to impress.
*hug and a smooch* (If I was younger . . .)
Ow, ow, and another ow! My knuckles have gone numb in sympathy!
Eh JD, when I take out my anger on a punch bag, so be it. It ends there.
How the fuck (oh, sorry, diddly) can you turn smacking an inanimate bag into prose??
K8, ????!
Baino, you are too kind!
Absolute Vanilla… (& Atyllah), thank you very much.
Daz, I don’t know dude.
Thank you all for the kind and inquisitive comments.
What do you mean you don’t know? Sure isn’t that what your post is about??
You should narrate your life, like I did once before it wrecked everyone’s heads.