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My Quest

After months and months of almost constant pestering from my beautiful wife, Kathleen, I have finally started my first adventure in the world of blogging.  Now of course I don't pretend to be the brilliant writer that Kathleen is, and really I'm hoping that no one actually reads this.  But, I have decided that I need to start a blog of my own in order to create some personal accountability in regards to my new training regimen.

I suppose I should explain why I've started this exciting new program to finally get my sorry butt in shape.  A couple weeks back Kathleen texted me while I was at work to let me know that she had decided to run a half-marathon in September.  Being the incredibly supportive husband that I am, I fully encouraged her to do so.  However, (and I'm sure I should have seen this coming) her running means that I have to run, as well.  The downside to this is that I am not what most people would call athletic.  I never participated in sports in high school and generally lack the basic coordination that most people possess.  I'm lucky if I can make it through the day without tripping over my own feet or if I'm able to avoid any excessively long staircases.  Some people might be surprised to learn this fact, because despite being extremely lazy and clumsy, I'm pretty skinny, except for my potbelly which I usually hide behind loose-fitting shirts or by sucking-in all day long.

Call me when you install an escalator

Keeping all this in mind, running a half marathon is quite to Herculean task to me.  I hate running and I hate working out.  There's a reason why if you jump over to Kathleen's blog you'll easily find about a dozen pictures of me playing video games--I enjoy my sedentary lifestyle.  But, I love my wife and want her to be happy.  Also, I do not want to die of a heart attack in the next year, but mostly I'm doing this all for her. 

Kyle: 2010

In the past I've attempted a couple times to get in shape.  Each of these attempts failed miserably after about the second day.  You might say I lacked motivation.  Heck, in the wake of my last self-esteem shatteringly feeble attempt I was able to meet and woo the lovely woman who is currently reading this over my shoulder, so I never saw the point to working out--being a strong sneeze away from cardiac arrest didn't stop me from getting the ladies.

But this time is for real.  I have even gone as far as to purchase actual running shoes and a giant blue exercise ball on which to flail about as I endeavor to blast my abs into submission.  But now I am going the extra mile and have created this blog in order to create a situation where I am no longer solely dependent on my own will power but the collective will power of the internets.  This blog shall be a forum where others may gain motivation as they strive to attain their own goals, or, perhaps, where they seek solace in the fact that they are not nearly as pathetic as I.  Whatever the case may be, welcome to my fitness blog where I will be chronicling my journey towards the goal of not collapsing half way through the half marathon or dying at the tender age of 26.