Well. I think the last time I did crunches and situps was 2000. :|

The big issue is finding someplace to hook the ankles. Indoors, preferably.

Next on the aquisition list (after broadband) : Bicycle. The ability to cover a lot of ground quickly is the concern here. I can bike until my testicles explode- which is a few hours and roughly 26 miles at peak in hilly terrain. I peaked at 2.5 miles jogging.

Takes almost as much time to get down a hill as it does to get up it, jogging. The Burn, however, is completely different. There's a reason my dad's jogged for most of my life, yet only biked for a smidge of it. There is, especially away from the light pollution, a Certain Zen.

After that, possibly a messenger bag. Don't know yet. Most likely new shorts. :P

Tomorrow, more crunches and stretches and pushups. Need to figure out how to work this into some form of routine.

Incentive. It always boils down to incentive. Self esteem- I can be in good shape within a year. I did it when I was in my teens. Need a hook I can sink my teeth into, so to speak. The hook is Near, fortunately... and to fully embrace it, I need to face Certain Truths- something I'm historically bad at.

Batting a thousand on facing Certain Truths this past week, though I've been very selective.

Don't have the role model this time. At least, not directly. Don't have anything to prove to anyone but myself. See previous posts about the angst of living in the future.

I fucking miss being ripped. Almost as much as I missed breathing. Breathing's a willpower thing. Ripped is willpower and endurance. Long haul, as it were. Total behavioural reconditioning.

We're operating under the assumption that a sound body contributes to a sound mind. Anyone who knows me knows that the whole "sound mind" thing isn't something I'm historically associated with.

There's reasons for that. One of them is that I haven't Worked Out since I moved to this fucking town.