First off, I want to apologize to the people I passed on Ridge and Main Street.
Apparently I’ve lost more weight than I originally thought.
My jogging pants kept sliding down my butt to reveal my beautifully orange granny panties. I had to pull them up every 45 seconds or so.
One couple I passed on the street decided to stop what they were doing to watch the train wreck waiting to happen.
If that wasn’t clear enough, the train wreck was my pants falling off.
When I left for my wog, (half walking/half jogging), I had a route in mind. And I planned on being gone for 30 minutes.
But I quickly realized that I had a dilemma on my hands.
Dilemma: keep jogging and have my pants fall down in public or don’t jog and be a fat ass.
I decided that due to my mental break down last night, I didn’t want to chance an embarrassing moment to top it off.
So, I ended up walking for about an hour and ten minutes.
It was about 4.76 miles.
And, it was actually really nice.
I finally found the Schuylkill River Trail.
It’s something like a 26 mile bike trail that runs along Philly and north of us.
There were tons of mosaics and paintings along the way.
I liked it.
However, it runs along a nasty looking water thing. I don’t think it’s the actual Schuylkill River. I think it’s probably a canal or something.
But it was gross.
I’ve come to the conclusion that walking and jogging are the only things that I can afford at this poverty-licious time in my life. But it sucks, because I don’t get to see the benefits of it for another 5 months.
I realized today that I have pretty muscular thighs.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely overweight.
But I’m more muscular than I thought.
I always thought that fat was the reason I have massively sized thighs.
Come to find out, I’m just a stocky lil thing.
Dang, these Jewish genes are incredibly strong.
It would’ve been nice to get those slender genes from the Gentile side.