An Indepth Look Into A Geek's Soul

Man you guys, working out nearly killed me today.  It was the first time I've worked out this year, and me in my cocky arrogance thought I would be able to handle anything I could throw at myself.  Boy was I wrong.  But I'm getting ahead of myself, lets start at the beginning.

You see, I believe I may have mentioned that this is going to be the Year of the Jon.  I can still sense it, too.  Especially when it comes to me finally getting another girl.  Being single is fun and all, but sometimes you just want someone you can go home to and bitch about your day who won't look at you too funnily.  Anyways, I think I'm getting some attention from a couple of ladies on campus, but it could just be my ego trying to build itself up again.  I thought I'd help them notice me more by working out some, you know, to build up my muscle, loose some weight faster, that kind of thing.  What was I thinking?

Starting off, I felt just great.  You know, a couple of sit up here, a couple of push ups there, that sort of them.  Heck, I even stretched before I started all of this, so I thought I was doing fine.  Turns out I wasn't.  About fifteen minutes in, I was like, "Oh yeah, I used to do those frog jump things.  I should probably do those too."  That's where everything went downhill.  I did a bunch of those (in this case a bunch mean ten) and stood up and felt super dizzy.  Like, hard to stand dizzy.  Also felt like throwing up.  I got some water, hoping that would help, it didn't.  Sat down for awhile until it passed.  No puking, no passing out, just uncomfortable feelings for awhile.

Was it worth it?  Maybe.  I am down to 190 pounds of pure Jon.  I think that makes it worth it, seeing as how I've lost eight pounds since I've lost posted something on here.  But who knows.  Only time will tell.  Hopefully at the least the females out there reading this will at least give me a second look next time they see me.

Peace Out.