My gym teachers are both direct decendents from Satan, or Hitler, or someone equally wretched. We had to do this stupid thing in Gym today... where we run, stretch, run, stretch, run, stretch, and run some more. My calves were frickin' burning at the end of it. I was damn near close to cutting them off. And none of my friends would shoot me and put me out of my misery! Hmph. Some friends they are.

Okay, okay, okay... I know I'm way out of shape. I need to start running more. I used to be able to run 2 1/2 to 3 miles without stopping or walking, and now I can barely jog around a gym a few times. But damnit - I don't like being told to do this! Especially by the two gym teachers that teach P.E. They're old, bald, and overweight. I just want to run up to them, rip the fucking whistle out of the one's mouth, blow it in their ears and yell at them to start running! They need it more than I do. At least I'm not in danger of having a heart attack. Not for a few years, at least.

Argh. I really do want a treadmill. That way I could run and I wouldn't have to run around outside in below-freezing weather, or have to run through 5 inches of snow. See, it's not the running I have a problem with - I did used to be in Cross Country - it's the people telling me to run. It's Hypocrisy with a capital H, and it pisses me off. And I still say they're Hitler and Stalin incarnate.

Well... that's my rant of the day. Time for bed now. Adios.