I decided that today was the day that I will start exercising. Maybe if I get tired, I might get hungry and eat more. All of this exercising manenos is to help me eat, of course. I have lost my appetite again. I don’t remember eating anything yesterday.
I decided to chose something lazy, like cycling. I borrowed a friend his bike to be using regularly. I had not been on a bike for years. But I knew I couldn’t have forgetten how to use it. It was like getting on a bicycle.
I jump on that thing and pump hard. I am doing standings, taking corners like I am in the Grand Prix, the works. Ten minutes later, I am burned out and I am crying for my mom. My chest is on fire, my mouth is dry, My thighs had fallen off… it was horrible. I kept shifting gears and cursing. Why wasn’t there a higher gear than 1. Maybe a 0.5 or a 0.1? Fuck you Shimano. Fuck you and your ancenstors. Guys, it was horrible.
So I get to school and crab walk all the way to my office and realize I am hungrier than a Kenyan MP who had just heard that there was an NGO visiting his constituency. That made me feel great. Maybe I can do this more often.
So for the next month or so, no bus for me. I will cycle around and see if I get the desire to eat everything I find on the way.
This might be good for me.
Wish me luck.