I do enjoy a run, what bothers me is that stupid fitness levels can go down if you happen to have a week off and eat cake. I don't want a lifelong battle here. It's a little soul destroying to be running at your fastest one week then a month later be helped across the road by a pensioner with a nicer bum than your own because he saw you coughing up your innards and sweating like you were dying, crying out to the traffic to just "run me down because life isn't worth the pain".
.....that happened to a (friend) of mine....
Even if you manage to have a little work out 'sesh' without feeling like you have been hit by a train, the feeling the next day in your limbs is nothing any normal human being should want to experience. Though, without a doubt, the worst type of post-crazed-fitness-fest pain is the sneaky aches that wait to manifest until TWO whole days later. By this point, you've usually forgotten (by general brain deadness or actively suppressing the memory) the whole experience and suffer what can only be described as sudden onset paranoia that you have developed every disease under the sun. This will last at least 24 hours (by which time the pain has gone, though the mental scars remain) and then you realise that you did some exercise and suddenly feel all good about yourself and begin strutting around declaring "no pain no gain hehehehe' in a maniacal way.
As well as the physical pain there is of course the mental issues surrounding fitness. No no, not the whole serious eating problems. The simple fact that you become OBSESSED with your reflection, more specifically, your naked reflection. To me this is odd as the vast majority of people will never see you in the nude so to speak. My thinking is that you should maybe chuck on a jumper and then you'll realise all this flapping about is simply unnecessary (thank god for spell check, that word brings fear to my life).
To sum up: eat sausages, don't worry about it. There's always liposuction.
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