“Physical fitness” was never my forté. As a kid I was usually the last to cross the finish line for the mile run (typically ending in a gasping walk). My bicycle is sitting in my garage, slowly collecting layers of dust. Small inclines terrify me. I am weak, my friends; the toughest muscle I have is my creative one.
But you know what? I ain’t getting any younger. And since it doesn’t appear that Portland will have a shortage of delicious foods and beer any time soon, it seemed about time I start leading a healthier lifestyle. And what the hell would happen if the zombie apocalypse came? I’d be in deep shit because I can do like ZERO cardio. So, I joined a gym. Ah. Mah. Gah.
Going to the gym has been hard, but weirdly addictive. But also, it’s been pretty funny. So naturally, I had to comic about it.
Are those goals slightly unrealistic? No? I thought if you drew it, it came true. Anyway, I’m really looking forward to my powerful right arm.
