Tuesday, August 23, 2011


No you pervert I’m not talking about that kind of stiff, and no I’m not referring to the kind that people in the morgue refer to either. The stiff I am talking about is the kind you can only get from doing some good old fashioned exercise.

You know that feeling you have when you have just had a really good, productive workout, and you just know. Your arms are a bit more lazy than usual or your legs don’t really want to carry your whole body weight. When you try and extend any limb, it just doesn’t work the way that it should be working.

You go to bed feeling very accomplished, but then somehow during the night, a construction worker with a bunch of bricks drops them all on top of you without you realising. You wake up and no matter how hard you try you just can’t get up. You roll to the left, nothing. You roll to the right, nothing.

You eventually resort to falling out of bed, onto your knees so that you can arise from your slumber. Everything hurts, you can’t move, and it feels like you have been punished for something that you did. 

Despite the fact that you can barely move, and that it feels like nothing wants to work anymore, it still really is one of the best feelings in the world. It’s a feeling of accomplishment; you know that you really did push your body to its ultimate limit, and that there is nothing else that you could’ve done.

That sense of knowing you’ve done your best is, to me one of my favourite feelings. Ok not my favourite, but it is on my list of feelings. Being a man I don’t really have many of those. That’s right ladies, you have been right all along, we are emotionless creatures and we don’t care.

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