
Ran two miles. Being a slob sucks. Sometimes I wish conditioning were a part of my livelihood. Too bad being a healthy animal doesn't pay the rent in this town.*
I think, especially, about traditional martial arts masters. They are some of the most valuable humans on the planet, and they get dick for pay. These people should not be struggling to get by.
Professional athletes are very good at one thing, at the expense of everything else. Let's make a sweeping generalization about them, too: Through no fault of their own, they make tons of money, run themselves into the ground, fail to grow up, and help turn others into flaccid, potato-shaped, type-2-diabetic spectators.
(I say again: Suggested Reading)
* Sure, I could move away from most of the people I value. Maybe to Orono, Maine, to die of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Wait -- I could get land real cheap in Kansas, and chill with fanatical Christians.
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Diet: dark chocolate; raw almonds; green tea; mixed leafy salad with tomato, sea salt, and olive oil; sweet potato with spices; sardines in olive oil; soy milk; avocado; dates
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Date: 2009-06-02 06:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-02 07:13 am (UTC)Among them, I'd say. Yeah.
I'd rather starve them until they only trained me... then I'd rule with an IRON FIST.
Uh... How 'bout those Sox!
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Date: 2009-06-02 11:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-02 11:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-02 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-02 04:56 pm (UTC)thank jesus for pilates, is all I have to say.