Cheney
Just a little bit of me. A little poetry, a little prose, a little politics, a little commentary, some philosophy, some ideas and thoughts.
It was once said a black man would be president “when pigs fly”…indeed 100 days into Obama’s presidency…SWINE FLU!
I was watching a tv movie about the Gospel according to John and it jogged my memory that this was not a particularly great depiction of Jesus Christ. Then I recalled that it wasn't the fault of the movie but the gospel itself which paints the man as a whiny, self-centered, self-absorbed, pompous, megalomaniacal, arrogant SOB prick that I would have happily seen hanging fromn a cross had I lived at the time.
Day 3 in the books except I feel I cheated sort of. Chereece was hungry and wanted me to find something for her. I suggested a few places one of which she agreed to. I needed to run so I suggested we park the car at home and walk to the restaurant. She agreed.
Better day. A little more running, more distance in the same amount of time...plus I don't feel completely in agony today. Don't get me wrong, I'm still hurting but never had the same pain moment as yesterday when I thought, "What the heck am I doing out here, I like being chubby."
Day one of my nightmarish descent into the pits of hell of exercise. 30 minutes running and walking...more of a long painful walk after a brisk little jog. The good thing though is it was better than what I did the day before and the day before that which is to say, absolutely NOTHING!