Monday, January 5, 2009

I hate exercise

I hurt. I hurt everywhere. And now I'm going to walk home from work. If this doesn't get easier soon I'm going to rent myself a donkey to carry me the entire way. That's how they did it in the old days right? Or maybe the donkey just carries the pack. Oh my gosh. I forgot about carrying my pack.
I quit. Stupid Camino is ruining my 2009 calm.

*No it's not, it's going to help me with my calm because I'll be fitter, smarter and better looking. It's all part of the Camino magic. Plus, I will hopefully learn some choice Spanish swear words to yell when I inevitably have to scrape the UK job barrel.


  1. I feel your pain. Last month I started to work out again and my body was in complete shock for two weeks. But I feel better-ish now. Trust me, it will get better!

    And what is this about a "uk job barrel"?

  2. Well, it's starting to look like I wont be getting a job in a hurry when I get to the UK. But at least now I can blame everything that goes wrong on this trip on the economic downturn.
    My ankles hurt. My glutes hurt. And for some reason, I'm getting a sick sense of satisfaction from 'feeling the burn' (I cannot believe I just wrote that)