Fuck I'm out of shape

Just got back from my nightly run, haven't done it in ages, and I realize just how out of shape I've gotten.

I was spitting every ten seconds after a while its pathetic.

My ankles are so sore right now its pathetic.

While running I was actually out of breath its pathetic.

When I passed strangers I couldn't freak em' out its pathetic.

I made a habit when I first started running at night to scare the shit out of people I come across while running.

I remember a while back I got into authentic army attire and ran in that and I came across a women walking her dog I cackled as I run past her "We been breached."

So what have you fat slobs been doing?

Captain.

You are talking to an eventually-to-be-46er.
[size=1]I'd have to consult a book but I think I've gotten thirty or twenty-five, haven't tried to do anymore in the last couple of years. Its gotten harder since I stopped doing them with my father which was really my only motivation.[/h]

I don't go around the fucking block.

I doubt a German resident such as yourself knows what a 46er is, nothing to do with age.

Check yer' mail, Nash. I lost the link you sent me.

Who doesn't?

Well I'm gonna sleep.