I'm positive that everyone reading this statement has at some point remarked, "Wow, I need to get in shape". I can also positively state that most of you have started and then quickly abandoned a workout regimen after making such a remark.
I have made that statement 4 times since the end of February of 2006 - that was I was able to start walking again after being gutted like a fish to save me from the big "C" (Note that the picture to the right is NOT me - it's Tom Green after he had the same surgery - I don't think any of you want to see MY bare stomach).
The last time I made that statement, I was so incredibly motivated to succeed, that I increased my weekly running mileage way to quickly and went from loping like a gazelle down 21st East, to hobbling like an old man up 13th South.
Now that my injuries have healed, I'm having a hard time getting off my butt and starting to run again. I am lacking motivation, and as I told my buddy Jake, "I'm not getting any fatter, but I sure ain't getting any thinner". Jake helped me to remember the greatest motivator of all - the Undead.
Any of you who have watched 28 days later, Dawn of the Dead, or any other "Zombie Training Films" as I like to call them, you know that the physically unfit will be the first to have their brains eaten.
Prepare now, because when you have a flaming zombie chasing after you, it's too late to realize that you should have been putting in 30 miles a week in your running shoes. Don't say I didn't warn you.
I plan on seeing "I Am Legend" - not exactly a Zombie flick, but it has the same principle and Will Smith's character obviously gets it as you can see him running on a treadmill in the trailer. Until I get out to this movie, I plan on watching a healthy regimen of Resident Evil, Night of the Living Dead, etc... to motivate me so that someday I won't be shuffling around the streets of SLC, with only one arm as I moan for "Braaaaaaaaaaains!"