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Published July 28, 2012

 

Like many people, I don’t like my body, or at least that’s what my friends tell me. And the opinions of others are pretty important to me. Seriously, I don’t drink diet soda because I heard that it can give you cancer, and nobody thinks cancer’s cool. But going out of your way to please those around you seems sort of noble, and since I don’t plan on giving hand jobs to married men for the rest of my life, I think handing the general public something nice to look at would be just as good, and by “something” I mean my body. So, in order to please the general public and my subconscious want to become healthy and a hard ass gym coach for overweight children, I’ve decided to go running every once in a while. For those of you who have respectable I.Q’s and don’t run long distances on a whim, let me tell you this: people who cut themselves should just go running, because your body feels the same amount of pain.

 

Happy on the outside, dying on the inside

 

But unlike cutting (which I highly advise you not to do. . .to me that is) the pain pays off. After you’ve been jogging, not only do you get a nice exercise, but you also get the feeling that you’re accomplished and better than most Americans. But to be semi-realistic, most Americans think they’re better than most Americans, and most Americans don’t jog.

 

Nothing's more American than eating Twinkies and not giving a bag of fucks

 

It’s like your body releases a drug that gives you a better outlook on life, actually it’s not “like” your body releases a drug, it DOES release a drug. Whenever you exercise your body releases endorphins; endorphins have the ability to relieve stress and pain within the body while also restoring your faith in humanity, and since smoking weed to feel better is frowned upon unless you have cancer or a fake disease, I kind of have to improvise. Don’t get me wrong, while running I feel like I’m stuck in a horrible ghetto of Chicago, specifically the one with all the bad Bill Cosby impressions, but once I’m done I feel like a million dollars. This good feeling is beneficial because it can help me be more productive and do things that can benefit our society such as recycling, donating to charity, and writing this thing you’re reading right now (which technically counts as donating to charity.) But do I do anything productive? If you count coming up with grade A dick jokes as productive then yes, I am very productive after running.

A dick in the hand is worth two in the. . . nah that’s not that great

 

Then again, the only reasons I’m running is to get social approval, envy, and respect from everyone around me, and to be healthier so I’ll ultimately live longer. . . to some degree. Everyone can do this, even Forest Gump, and although by now he’s probably just an obscure movie reference that 80s and 90s babies will appreciate, the statement still applies. When it comes down to it, the real question that needs to be answered is “do you toats respect me now?” and the real answer to this question should be “yes David, we do toats respect you now, now please shut up and stop asking us if we think you look pretty or not.”

 

I really hope that even my “want” to improve myself by exercising is good enough for some random person or animal or parent to say “hey! That guy’s not a total dick, I think I respect him a little bit.” This will show that I have finally reached my goal of physical mediocrity, and when that happens life will become a hell of a lot better. Why? Well Because I can finally stop running around my neighborhood, eating better, and doing other inspiring junk like being healthy. So for anyone thinking about starting their own running/jogging regiment, I say things “go for it” , “more  power to ya”, and the more honest “ok…that’s nice…go away now”. In the end you’ll look and feel better…in photos. And isn’t that what all of us really want?

 

I think yes

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