(That’s not the kind of waffles that you put syrup on… although you probably could, it’d just be messy.)
Hopefully this picture will buy me a little credit when you come to judge me at the end of this entry.
So, now, listen to the waffle:
Now… if I do actually have some kind of issue with my chest, that is indeed a cause for concern. But I have a nagging feeling that I caused it by doing a whole… 20 sit-ups. You see, I haven’t exercised properly since I was about 12 — I had the choice of doing sports, or going to the computer room (gotta love private schools). Of course, I chose the only real option available to a geek such as myself — I dived in and planted myself in a leather computer chair. I’ve never really left, either. Sure, I travel, and I walked a lot at university, and I have been known to play a little tennis or badminton from time to time. But when it gets right down to it, I’m woefully under-(s)exercised.
I haven’t really experienced any detrimental side-effects to my complete avoidance of aerobic exercise. I could still spend 8 hours a day trekking around Rome without breaking (much) of a sweat. I can still perform in the sack (when the rare opportunity arises). But, alas, it seems I can’t sit in a computer chair now, without feeling a bit… squished. It just feels like all of my internal organs are kind of… squashed, sitting here, idle, sloth-like and unmoving. I decided to do a few sit-ups, on the premise that perhaps my stomach muscles weren’t really doing much, and they’re kind of important, to keep all your organs in the right place!
And that was when I pulled a muscle. So now I’m chair-bound, because it hurts to stand up. I can hobble around looking like a hunch-back though, which looks kind of funny. I guess I deserved it for exercising so hard and so quickly. Back to the immobile geekery.
I mean, 20 sit-ups… what was I thinking.