In the movie Back to the Future, Marty McFly is filling in for the guitar player at his mom and dad’s school dance. He’s playing Earth Angel while his parents are dancing. All he needs is for his dad to kiss his mom, but his dad is being a little bitch so meanwhile the Polaroid of Marty and his siblings that he brought with him from 1985 is starting to fade.
Marty is starting to disappear from existence.
Without that kiss his parents never fall in love and have children; ergo, Marty is erased from existence. In typical movie fashion, Marty’s dad goes for the kiss just in time and Marty is brought back to 100% life instantly. That’s kind of how I feel now that I’m able to go back to the gym again.
I don’t know why I prefer exercising at the gym over all other modes of exercise. It just hits different.
It might be because I like to push myself as far as I can when I exercise. At the gym you can do that safely. You can lift weights until your muscles can’t take anymore and then just let go of them and be safe. You can run as hard as you want for 40 minutes straight and just stop and drive home. That type of workout in the real world could get you hurt or stranded.
I finished the book this week: What doesn’t kill you by Scott Carney. I don’t know why, but I’m eager to read new my book The Unabomber Manifesto by Ted Kaczyncski (the Unabomber). I bought the physical copy of it. It’s only 100 pages long.
It’s so beautiful outside this morning and I feel so good.