My buddy, one of the Steves, has gotten nostalgic for his girlish figure of yore… for reasons inexplicable to me. Round is a shape, right? He’s very much in shape now! Come to think of it, so am I. *sigh*
But, because he likes to lose at contests, he has challenged me to a fitness duel:
All right, Walrus-boy. You’re on. Heh.
One way or another, Steve’s going down. He might lose weight in 2009, but I’ll smoke him at the run and at the Marine Corps fitness test… and I can already touch my toes. Ongoing martial arts training gives me an edge. Hee-hee. Oh, wait a second… How far is half a marathon? Can’t we race motorcycles or something?
I’ll even up the ante: the man with the biggest reduction in BMI (without surgery) wins. As I calculate it now, mine’s… No, really? 34.21? Almost Class 2 obesity. Doh. Round indeed.
FotR, I hate New Year’s resolutions.