ruh-roh

January is ending. That puts two months between slobby-ass, seasonally-affected, onion-ring-snarfing, inactive me and April. Traditionally, I slow down to an unhealthy extent every winter, then bust my ass into decent shape by April. This year, I've done a particularly good job of becoming soft, weak, and slow.

This isn't going to be fun. I've really gotten into onion rings, man. I could eat some right now.