I biked ten miles today. I decided to bike instead of running, and I think I’m switching for now.
The workout was intense; much more strenuous than running (I was dripping sweat), and for a much longer period of sustained movement (my runs are about 15 minutes). I think overall biking is going to be a better way for me to lose weight and increase endurance and fitness than running. I am too big to run right now, and it’s a killer on my knees and back.
During the ride, I got into a serious rhythm and, despite the strain and pain, I felt like I was really accomplishing something when I got into the groove. My roommate came with me and at one point I said to him “Can you even imagine me doing this two months ago?” to which he just barked “Ha!”.
You know, this blog has gotten awfully boring. Remember why I’m doing this?
I have been talking with a very, very sexy lady lately, and tonight she sent me some extremely explicit text messages that got my blood boiling. We ended up chatting for a while and I ended up writing what was essentially a piece of intense erotic fiction. It was so hot that I turned myself on, and she later told me that it had her literally writhing in her chair. I wasn’t plotting it out though—the stream-of-consciousness piece that I was writing was a testament to how sexually charged I’ve become. She knows it, and I know it, that what I wrote down is precisely what would go down should we ever chance to meet (yes, this is an internet tryst). It feels like I have lightning inside of me, and trust me, dear readers, it is barely contained.
It is nights like this that really sustain my efforts and keep me going. How bad did this fat kid want a chocolate cookie cake thing tonight for dessert? Not worse than I want to chew the pants off of this girl I’ve been talking to. How bad did I want to have a couple of beers tonight? Not worse than I want to be wrapped around and entwined with a woman who wants me.
It’s a sultry, warm spring night, my friends. If you have the chance to get out there and fulfill a fantasy, do it. Wrap your lips around it, grab it with your hands, pull it closer, put it in you, on you, all over you. Take the one you want to be with, and who wants to be with you, and revel in their scent, their touch, their wetness. Sparkle and shine and gasp and grab and yank and lick and be with each other. We’re all sexy. Get yours.