Walking, biking, all that kind of movement shit. I’m getting off my ass for better or for worse. Mostly, I’ve staved off morbid obesity. Other than that, you can’t tell I exercise at all.

Still and all, I constantly get winded on the stairs in my two story office complex. Yup, two stories kick my ass repeatedly.

I’m not actually sure if it’s the fact that my oxygen is bearing lethal levels of pollen this time of year. Or, if I’m just a fat, fucking slob.