An epiphany, of sorts

Don't ask me why, but for some reason i started downing push-ups and sit-ups and stuff like that. It wasn't some mid-mid-life crisis to get in shape or anything. It just felt good. It felt really good.

James knows what i am talking about because one day over the phone he was all like, whoa i did sit ups and it felt good.

I don't remember the rest of the conversation, but it was something like that.

I must really be bored though. This wasn't some sort of escape death by getting fit or anything like that. It was just an impulse that i went with.

Someone once asked me why i have never tried any single type of illegal or mood-enhancing/perception-enhancing drug. One of the reasons i gave them, and it was a truthful reason, was that trying that specific drug, or any drug, was because i simply had no reason to try it, nor did i have the urge to try it.

This is not to say that i would try a drug just because i suddenly had an impulse to try it, or find out what it was like.

Anyway, excersizing, or what ever it was that i was doing, felt good, and not because it was in anyway leading toward a specific goal. It was more because i was using my body to its limit. There is something exhilirating about pushing one's body to its max, and then more. That's why some people jump from planes and bridges, why some choose to be astronauts, why some chase tornadoes, and why some enter the Ultimate Fighting Championship even when they don't stand a chance.

Oh, wait. It could also be because they aren't very bright. Hmmmph.

Oh, and before i forget. Bring it on james. Go ahead and post all you want, but you and i now very well who will beat who in any little posting contest you bring on. 'Sides, i have far more equipment at my disposal. (Though they may be childish sometimes, challenges can be oh so much fun, and sometimes i can get rather competitive, even though it may not serve any real purpose.)

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