So while peeing today I looked down and noticed that my gut was less substantial than it was 6 months ago which is awesome but it's, of course, still there. Then I thought about being 15 and bugging the ever-loving shit out of my pops to buy me a set of Rollerblades. I was pretty much the first person in the state to get a pair as they were still really obscure hockey training equipment only being sold in one store in MD at the time. So after a few months I finally broke the old man down and I was the happy owner of a first gen pair of Rollerblades.
I used to skate at least 10 miles a day, everyday for damn near 3 years. Honestly, 2-3 hours a day. I built a launch ramp after the first month. I received a sweet double compound fracture because of them and was launching off the ramp a week after I got out of the hospital. I think I went through at least a dozen pairs of them not because I was wasteful, I simply just wore through them all.
Due to said exercise, that time of my life would mark the pinnacle of my good health. I was in the best shape I would ever be in. I was a cross country runner, soccer player, lacrosse player et al. Skating 20 miles after school wasn't an issue to me. But then I got my license and it all went down hill from there. I started smoking, I learned that skating wasn't as cool as driving and slowly but surely I traded in my skates for cars. My good health stayed with me for some time though just because I was blessed with a high metabolism and I didn't really drink until the end of my college career. I graduated and kept on drinking, quit with the exercise and the belly started to show it's ugly face.
So fast forward 6-7 years... I would say that the night before Kate was supposed to move in, I was in the worst shape of my entire life. It was pretty bad. I was depressed and eating and drinking my way to death. I wasn't obese but I wasn't close to being in shape either.
But now I'm somewhat happy. I'm getting into shape and always have to remind myself that I didn't get out-of-shape over night so I surely wouldn't get in-shape overnight either. It's just frustrating looking at myself in the mirror and actually caring for once. I'm mad that I let myself get this way because it's not who I am nor who I should be.
Plus I'm about to get married so I will have this hot soccermom wife to keep impressing so she won't leave my fat ass for the gardener.
I used to skate at least 10 miles a day, everyday for damn near 3 years. Honestly, 2-3 hours a day. I built a launch ramp after the first month. I received a sweet double compound fracture because of them and was launching off the ramp a week after I got out of the hospital. I think I went through at least a dozen pairs of them not because I was wasteful, I simply just wore through them all.
Due to said exercise, that time of my life would mark the pinnacle of my good health. I was in the best shape I would ever be in. I was a cross country runner, soccer player, lacrosse player et al. Skating 20 miles after school wasn't an issue to me. But then I got my license and it all went down hill from there. I started smoking, I learned that skating wasn't as cool as driving and slowly but surely I traded in my skates for cars. My good health stayed with me for some time though just because I was blessed with a high metabolism and I didn't really drink until the end of my college career. I graduated and kept on drinking, quit with the exercise and the belly started to show it's ugly face.
So fast forward 6-7 years... I would say that the night before Kate was supposed to move in, I was in the worst shape of my entire life. It was pretty bad. I was depressed and eating and drinking my way to death. I wasn't obese but I wasn't close to being in shape either.
But now I'm somewhat happy. I'm getting into shape and always have to remind myself that I didn't get out-of-shape over night so I surely wouldn't get in-shape overnight either. It's just frustrating looking at myself in the mirror and actually caring for once. I'm mad that I let myself get this way because it's not who I am nor who I should be.
Plus I'm about to get married so I will have this hot soccermom wife to keep impressing so she won't leave my fat ass for the gardener.
damn right you need to keep impressing her. She's gonna find some guy with a nicer GTI and an even bigger turbo and drop you like a terd.
I was big on rollerblades back in the day, before BMX. I had a very expensive set of K2 rollerblades made for stunts and shit with the grind pads. I loved every minute i had with them. I still have them but they are a size 7 so i gotta really really cram my foot in there and can only wear them for about 30 seconds till my foot cramps up.....but oh the memories we had :P
i need to get in shape myself, i stopped smoking pot a year and a month ago today and lost a CRAP load of weight, went from 200 to 160 in less then 2 months. felt great and i started playing soccer more often so my muscles got nice and fit as well. i fell back into pot every now and again and thanks to a VRT, a dog, and a ex g/f i dont have much free time :( any time i do have is spent studying for work....
wat a bummer....but things can only get better for me right now :D
Dude! I too am a ex-rollerblader...lets go out sometime and rollerblader together Blades-of-Glory style