Outpourings

Monday, April 16, 2007

Does the body rule the mind?

Sunday 15th April, 10am.

Arundel Park 10K, Arundel West, Sussex.

Kilometre 5.

A fat, northern, homosexual struggles up a ridiculously steep hill. He slows to a snail's pace, and eventually gives in to a walk, gasping for air likes he's underwater. Its too much. The one thing he aimed to do (not stop running) has proved too much and he feels like a failure.

He hates himself. He hates everyone he knows. He hates everyone he has ever met and especailly all those people around him, passing him, all of them seemingly older and fatter and yet with much more energy than him. Much more desire to carry on.

He regrets every burger, every third helping, every pint and, most of all, every cigarette. He declares war on it all! Especailly the fat, The Fat's days are numbered. It's on its way out.

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At 12:49 pm, Blogger Kelly said...

Tuesday 17th April

Work, West Sussex

13.45

A small cute girl with a slightly bruised and only slightly puffy face sits at her desk. She glances over towards the fat, northern homosexual to her left and watches him devour yet another sandwich. He finishes, gets up and wanders back to the plate of sandwiches for a third helping.

She looks back at her screen, reads this post and laughs.

He makes announcements about it being fuel for the gym, a bit of extra motivation and helps himself to another cheese and pickle sandwich.

 
At 1:07 pm, Blogger Cruel_to_be_kind said...

How does being northern and homosexual affect your ability to run?

Is this pointless description or self-loathing prejudice?

 
At 2:00 pm, Blogger Mouldy said...

The only self-loathing has to do with my lack of fitness. The other details are meerly to flesh out the story a little.

Fairy; brown bread, salad sandwiches, a light lunch. All good fuel for the gym.

 

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