Bermuda weather

The weather's been pretty good since I've been back, which is good since I'm determined to lose this weight. Side note: I've realized that I am also way too stiff. Never was very flexible, but now I can barely touch my knees. Being fat doesn't help in trying to be more flexible cuz, every time I bend over, a nice big roll of fat oozes over my sweatpants (yes, Fat Jim wears them exclusively now) and further restricts my range of motion. I don't know whether to try touching my toes or poke at my roll of fat. Anyways, the weather's been nice enough that I've been able to run outside a couple times this week and last in t-shirt and shorts. Nothing to complain about.

Funny thing is, it's nice during the day all week, EXCEPT when Sandy's home. She was home last Thursday for a study day. Guess which day it rained last week? She was home yesterday too. We finally bought used tennis rackets Tuesday, but we couldn't play yesterday because it rained...that and we didn't have any balls. It's kinda sad and amusing at the same time. Of course it cleared up in the afternoon, so we were still able to go for a run.

It was nice out today. Figures, since Sandy's at work. I kept going back and forth as to whether I should go run. My new routine is to run to the gym, work out and run/walk back home. It was nice out, but a lil cloudy. Finally, the sun came out. I went outside and saw a big ol sun and complete blue sky. Aight, I'll do my run cuz we're boarding in Breckenridge this weekend, and I'm gonna eat like a pig. Plus we went out for dinner last night and I ate way too much. I was already full but decided to polish off my entire plate of fries cuz I'm stupid like that. The waitress even gave me an out by asking if I was done, but I waved her off like the fatass I am. I've seriously grown a soft spot in my heart for fat people. Or maybe it's my stomach that's grown.

Run to the gym just fine. Six sets into my workout, I look outside and see that the entire sky has turned gray. Shit, looks like it's gonna rain. I go outside and see that my nice blue sky is quickly being overtaken by darkness. A lady on the street says rain's a comin. Apparently Bermudians are all really good at forecasting this stuff by looking at the clouds. How am I supposed to know if gray clouds actually mean it's gonna rain? I don't want to spend the rest of the day stuck in the gym, so I decide to cut my workout short and run back home. I guess being fat also makes you delusional to the point where you think you can outrun the rain. Not more than 30 seconds into my run, it starts to rain. DOH! Instead of going back to the gym and just finishing my workout like a normal person, I decide it'd be more productive to wait it out under a canopy in front of a store. Fortunately, rain only lasts about 5 minutes. I decide to just go home rather than go back to the gym. Of course, now that I'm home, it's back to sun and clear blue skies.

So really I coulda just finished my workout and run home dry. It's like God telling me I'm destined to remain fat and carry this ring of shame around with me for the rest of my life. Maybe the extra padding will help cushion my falls this weekend. It's like natural crash pads.