i don't mean to humiliate anyone or anything, i just wonder about your general fitness if you care to share...

whistle said:

i don't mean to humiliate anyone or anything, i just wonder about your general fitness if you care to share...

I run 3 miles several times a week which is 5K, right?

It's not hard, but I'm a slow runner. A speed walker could pass me

Heck yeah. I could run a 5km without dying. I run 5 miles three times a week. That 5k would be no problem for me. And yes, thevoid, 5k is 3 miles (3.1 actually). I like the part about a speed walker passing you. That was funny.

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whistle said:

i don't mean to humiliate anyone or anything, i just wonder about your general fitness if you care to share...

I speed walk 4 miles ~ 5 days a week

and those are NC mountian road miles not flatlander miles...

Run ? or jog ?

Yup, I can. But I like to jog more often than not though.

No.

The cartilage in my knees is shot, and I'm out of shape.

I can walk at a brisk pace, though.

I was walking the tightrope between chubby cunt and fat bastard for a while there - which just crept up on me while I was eating and drinking like Henry the 8th. I've never excercised in my life and never will - i just don't agree with it. I focus all the hate in the universe upon jogger's chests to try to explode theirhearts like Carrie would.

However, about a year ago, I realised I'd lost my cheekbones. My fucking cheekbones, which defined me and sliced open new dimensions as I glided through this plane of existence. I thought, I'm not fucking having that. I then startled to realise the deposits of flab hadn;t stopped at my head - I'd become a bit of a chubster - never even noticed it happening. It's like how you see a baby after six months and it's walking & talking, asking you for fags and sex.

So, I started laying off the bevvy and smoking more fags at lunchtime instead of freebasing McDonalds milkshakes and using M&Ms as suppositories. I realise now I must have been compensating for the lack of mental stimulation in my life at the time and was subconciously either trying to kill myself or make myself so unattractive that I'd eventually become consumed with self-loathing and either completely reinvent myself or go on a killing spree.

I'm back to my slim old self now, but realise I look a bit older than I did. The killing spree'll wait for when I start to go bald.

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In answer to your question, probably not. I look as if I could, but my lungs would try and escape out my mouth in chunks.

I run half marathons for fun, 13.1 miles... Everyday I run at least 5 miles, so a 5k is an easy day

I do take one day off a week, usually on saturdays

tinaz said:

I run half marathons for fun

Number23 said:

tinaz said:

I run half marathons for fun

Its addicting!

I couldn't even run to my car in the driveway right now without dying.

I definitely need to get back to the gym ASAP!

tinaz said:

Number23 said:

Its addicting!

So is crack.

I could not run 5km (whatever the fuck that is?). But i cycle a few miles, at least 6-7 miles every couple of days, and i probably walk about 2 or more miles every day.

But running? Nah.......that's for runners.

Why run when you can walk?

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Ooh, good question.

I think I could. I don't tend to do a lot of running, but my general fitness is good, and I do a lot of other energetic stuff and I have good stamina. So yes, I think so.

i couldn't run for 5 seconds without dying, nevermind 5 minutes. i don't understand people who run for fun. they must be fucking retarded or something. i don't even run for the bus these days. if the bus wanted me on it would fucking stop

i can cycle in the gym for a good hour though, as that involves sitting down and you can watch telly, listen to your ipod without getting knocked over, and checkout the birds in tight lycra. on the streets it's usually fat fucks wandering about in jogging bottoms and sneakers that only see sport related use as part of watching football on the telly whilst eating a microwaved curry

this is the most excersize i ever do normally

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Number23 said:

I was walking the tightrope between chubby cunt and fat bastard for a while there - which just crept up on me while I was eating and drinking like Henry the 8th. I've never excercised in my life and never will - i just don't agree with it. I focus all the hate in the universe upon jogger's chests to try to explode theirhearts like Carrie would.

However, about a year ago, I realised I'd lost my cheekbones. My fucking cheekbones, which defined me and sliced open new dimensions as I glided through this plane of existence. I thought, I'm not fucking having that. I then startled to realise the deposits of flab hadn;t stopped at my head - I'd become a bit of a chubster - never even noticed it happening. It's like how you see a baby after six months and it's walking & talking, asking you for fags and sex.

So, I started laying off the bevvy and smoking more fags at lunchtime instead of freebasing McDonalds milkshakes and using M&Ms as suppositories. I realise now I must have been compensating for the lack of mental stimulation in my life at the time and was subconciously either trying to kill myself or make myself so unattractive that I'd eventually become consumed with self-loathing and either completely reinvent myself or go on a killing spree.

I'm back to my slim old self now, but realise I look a bit older than I did. The killing spree'll wait for when I start to go bald.

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as evidence that 23 has aged a bit, compare his old profile photo to this one taken recently. he is on the left, that's me on the right

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Once upon a time i could have run a marathon. I never did, I have run 20 miles in a few hours. The weird part was walking hurt, running was like a drug, made me feel better.

Yes.

I'm currently running a little over 2 miles a few times a week, but will soon be running 3 miles regularly. Then I'll move up to making some long runs on the weekends - 6 miles or so.

whistle said:

i don't mean to humiliate anyone or anything, i just wonder about your general fitness if you care to share...

I do 5km four times a week with a 8 to 10km run on the weekends.

I have another 2 weeks of this routine before I up it to 8km four times a week with a 12 to 15km run on the weekend (hopefully).

I run 3kms daily, which gives me 21kms per week?

One of my trainers adviced me about running and said the power walk is more effective and healthier(in the long run) than running.

The main objective(for me) is, to lose 300 calories at minimum daily. It doesn't matter how many kms I walk, just as long as I could lose 300 calories for my daily training.

Number23 said:

I was walking the tightrope between chubby cunt and fat bastard for a while there - which just crept up on me while I was eating and drinking like Henry the 8th. I've never excercised in my life and never will - i just don't agree with it. I focus all the hate in the universe upon jogger's chests to try to explode theirhearts like Carrie would.

However, about a year ago, I realised I'd lost my cheekbones. My fucking cheekbones, which defined me and sliced open new dimensions as I glided through this plane of existence. I thought, I'm not fucking having that. I then startled to realise the deposits of flab hadn;t stopped at my head - I'd become a bit of a chubster - never even noticed it happening. It's like how you see a baby after six months and it's walking & talking, asking you for fags and sex.

So, I started laying off the bevvy and smoking more fags at lunchtime instead of freebasing McDonalds milkshakes and using M&Ms as suppositories. I realise now I must have been compensating for the lack of mental stimulation in my life at the time and was subconciously either trying to kill myself or make myself so unattractive that I'd eventually become consumed with self-loathing and either completely reinvent myself or go on a killing spree.

I'm back to my slim old self now, but realise I look a bit older than I did. The killing spree'll wait for when I start to go bald.

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This post is very good.

tinaz said:

Number23 said:

Its addicting!

And what about your boobs? I bet they're not as addicting anymore, after having had to endure the utter wickedness of gravity for so long...

I used to go running almost daily for at least an hour. Now I smoke like a burning vehicle - which smokes a lot, that is. I drink like a person who drinks a lot - which is quite a lot. I do play footie once a week and I'm still not bad at it, but I don't think I could run around the world as easily as I once did.

Fuckin' hell, I'm getting old.

Dave1992 said:

tinaz said:

Its addicting!

And what about your boobs? I bet they're not as addicting anymore, after having had to endure the utter wickedness of gravity for so long...

Who pissed in your post toasties today Dave...

Fuck no. I look athletic, and trained into my 20s, but even jogging 1k today would leave me shot.

tinaz said:

Dave1992 said:

And what about your boobs? I bet they're not as addicting anymore, after having had to endure the utter wickedness of gravity for so long...

Who pissed in your post toasties today Dave...

I'm just trying to take care of you/them!

Gay Vegetarian Runner here! I've ran two marathons for AIDS Marathon in the past. My last 5k was 26:56 and my 10K time this year was 54:55 at the Pride run in WeHo(West Hollywood). I did a 10K today(treadmill). Still want to improve. RockNRoll Half Marathon here in Los Angeles in October, possibly a full Marathon later in the year. My dream is to qualify for the Boston Marathon some day.

Yes....i started fitness boot camp in January, and i jog twice a week; so yes i can, but b4 that...NO i couldn't.

Number23 said:

I was walking the tightrope between chubby cunt and fat bastard for a while there - which just crept up on me while I was eating and drinking like Henry the 8th. I've never excercised in my life and never will - i just don't agree with it. I focus all the hate in the universe upon jogger's chests to try to explode theirhearts like Carrie would.

However, about a year ago, I realised I'd lost my cheekbones. My fucking cheekbones, which defined me and sliced open new dimensions as I glided through this plane of existence. I thought, I'm not fucking having that. I then startled to realise the deposits of flab hadn;t stopped at my head - I'd become a bit of a chubster - never even noticed it happening. It's like how you see a baby after six months and it's walking & talking, asking you for fags and sex.

So, I started laying off the bevvy and smoking more fags at lunchtime instead of freebasing McDonalds milkshakes and using M&Ms as suppositories. I realise now I must have been compensating for the lack of mental stimulation in my life at the time and was subconciously either trying to kill myself or make myself so unattractive that I'd eventually become consumed with self-loathing and either completely reinvent myself or go on a killing spree.

I'm back to my slim old self now, but realise I look a bit older than I did. The killing spree'll wait for when I start to go bald.

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