Oh, the Agony

Wherein Our Heroine Bemoans the Human Condition, or Lack Thereof.

I am SO out of shape.

I went for a brief bike ride yesterday - all suburban streets, gentle hills, nothing that should have been particularly strenuous. I was tired afterward. We're talking about 20 minutes of vague, gentle physical activity. Back in the days when I was using a bike as a major source of transportation, this is not even an outing I would have noticed. "Was I on a bike? Huh?" Granted, that was 20 years ago, but even last year I was in some sort of shape. Not this year.

I have been harboring a notion in the back of my head for years. I believe human beings are designed to self-destruct. Think about it. How many of our number crave bad-for-you type things such as sugar and fat? A whole heck of a lot of us. When we get out of shape, what do we want to do? Keep the couch warm. When we decide that being out of shape is not what we want and we start to get back into shape, what do our bodies tell us? "NOOOOO!!! We LIKE being fat! That HURTS! STOP!"

A well-designed critter would crave spinach and physical activity. This critter craves potato chips and the TiVo remote. Obviously, there is a design flaw somewhere. Can't I just reload the firmware and get firm rather than flabby? No? Why not? Design flaw, that's why not.

So, in order to override the design flaw, I must go off and do things today. Such as, perhaps, getting back on my bike.

Posted: Wednesday - June 02, 2004 at 08:25 AM | |