But I still think I’m Superman!
I’m making this claim because after a ten and a half hour work day, this mild mannered Modern Philosopher put on his running toga and flew out of The House on the Hill for a three mile run!
Okay, so maybe flying is stretching it. I might also be using the word “run” loosely.
The fact still remains, however, that even though I was exhausted from a long day of working overtime, I still found the superhuman strength to cover a very sweaty three miles in 32:45.
Sure, there was some walking, crawling, crying, begging, and hallucinating involved, but on a night when I had absolutely nothing left in my tank, my inner Superhero took over and found away to get me to exercise.
I had actually planned all day to try to run after work. I’d gotten in ten runs during my vacation and didn’t want to ditch my new running routine simply because I had to be chained to my desk all day again.
The problem was, I couldn’t pass up on the overtime. That extra money is going to come in very handy someday, and my inner Lex Luthor wanted as much of it as possible.
When I run during the week, I get up early to do it before work. Because of the overtime, though, I’m already getting up early, so there’s no time to unleash my inner Flash before I head into the office.
So my only option is to go after work, when I’m worn out after a super long day.
To be honest, I’d made up my mind not to run tonight even before I left work. On the drive home, I was sleepy and just looking forward to vegging in front of the TV once I made it back to The House on the Hill.
However, as I was about to pull into my driveway, a very attractive young lady ran past the house in the middle of her own fitness routine.
I took that as a sign.
Not only that some higher power wanted me to run, but also that if I ever wanted a woman like that to give me the time of day, I needed to get my butt back into shape.
That was all it took. Just that little nudge. Because down deep, I really wanted to go for a run. I simply needed some inspiration.
Yes, I struggled. I really was drained after getting up early and working ten and a half hours. I’ve been too mopey lately, too caught up in my own pity party, and too lost in thoughts that aren’t particularly good for my self confidence.
Of course, the day I unleash my inner Flash, I’ll be extremely thrilled. I’m just happy, for the time being, with being able to push myself at a much more mild mannered Modern Philosopher type of pace.
I wanted to give up several times on tonight’s run, but there was no way the Man of Sweat was going to quit.
My name is Austin, and I am Superman!
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