About two-thirds of the way through last night’s class, both the white angel and the little guy in the red suit, both hanging out together there on my shoulders like they do, came to an agreement. They agreed that I should walk crawl out of the class.
After agreeing upon this with one another, they then proposed it to Butt and Legs, which both seconded the motion almost instantly and passed it on to Lungs for final approval. On fire, as they were, Lungs heartily signed-off on the resolution and it was then forwarded on to Brain which, after much deliberation, vetoed the decision by the rest of me and the white angel and the guy in the red suit because of a last second appeal by Ego, which went something like…
“Fellow parts of Shaun, I just want to remind you that there are three cute girls presently drinking leisurely from their water bottles and barely breathing hard right over there. And look, one of them is actually talking about going mountain biking this weekend. And the one we call Wal-Mart mom is on her second class of the night and talking smack to the Cuban Assassin. They work out with Shaun’s wife, you know? It’s likely they will tell Shaun’s wife he’s a weanie. “
The left side of Butt then agreed to stop jittering. Arms agreed to keep going if they could do girl push-ups if necessary. Brain and Mouth pushed on only because the rest of me agreed to let them work together to insult the Cuban Assassin if he asked for push-ups again. He did. This time with one hand on a medicine ball. Brain was too oxygen deprived and Mouth was too busy holding in dinner though to insult as planned.
But I made it. The Cuban Assassin will have to rid his class of cute girls to bring this man down.
Kenyon says:
Dude…keep it up brother! It WILL get easier. (So THEY say.)
sadie says:
I just started reading your blog..
hmm I really like it, it’s very thought provoking. and funny. and serious. and different. all at the same time.
so yeah….I enjoy it. very much.
keep it up!
Grovesfan says:
Sounds like a real battle going on. How do you keep up? My “battle” would sound something like:
Brain: Let’s go try this out. We need to get in shape, lose weight, take care of ourselves. We’re not getting any younger after all.
Body: Don’t even think about fool! You know I wouldn’t last past filling out the liability waiver. Do this and I will haunt you for the rest of your short, painful life!
Beth
anne jackson says:
my gym is plagued by 70 year old men. when i hit the circuits, i have to change the weights from 150-200 to 50, as i watch them run the “mountain climbing” level on the treadmill, which i barely kept between 5-6 on a 0% incline.
sigh.
Krista says:
I only wish I was motivated enough to regularly exercise… you’d totally beat me any day!
Shaun Groves says:
Krista, let’s get one thing straight: I. Am. Not. Motivated.
I’m a afraid. I think there’s a difference.
My fear of dying of a heart attack while my kids are still young and my wife is very very hot (and dateable) gets me there.
sadie says:
i know this guy at church who runs 100 mile races. he trains for them all the time. runs like…6-8 hours a day or something insane like that.
it’s crazy. like the epitomy of craziness.