I have talked a lot about motivation lately and now I am
no longer motivated to talk about it.
Don’t worry I will finish what I started about motivation but, come on,
I have 346 more blogs to write and it’s not easy coming up with a topic every
day. Like today I was prepared to
continue on motivation now I am side tracked.
Maybe I’m not motivated enough to keep talking about motivation or maybe
I am more motivated to discuss something else.
You decide.
The subject of golf came up today and it had me
thinking. Back in the day when Fat Matt
decided to take up the sport the main concern he had was hoping the golf cart
didn’t run out of juice and he had to walk back to club house while the ice
melted on his beer.
I have been very out of shape in my life. Pathetically so. The first time I had to carry my clubs and
walk a course I convinced I was going to die (oddly enough that is a theme that
runs through your life when your fat and get winded walking up a few stairs, I know,
I have been there.)
It was purely an economical decision to walk the course.
After playing a total of about three months and watching the movie Happy
Gilmore I was convinced I was the next Tiger Woods, and when the particular
course I was playing asked me to pony up an additional $8 for a cart Cheap Matt
jumped in front of Fat Matt and won that particular argument.
If you have never walked a solid 18 holes of golf before
in the middle of July in South Georgia let me help you visualize. Imagine being stuck in Disney Land in Florida
all the air conditioners are broken and you have to walk from ride to ride
except you don’t get to ride. You have
to stand there in the sun for a few minutes and then carry a 50 pound bag of
cement to the next ride. Get the
picture.
18 holes of golf should take you about 3 hours to play
not 5 and half. The best part of being
fat is there is more of you to get sun burned and eaten by bugs. The only reason I didn’t quit was because I
was motivated by Cheap Matt (bet you saw that coming) after paying $28 to play
I insisted on getting my money’s worth.
I am proud to say that since then I have walked many
courses with no problem and still had energy afterwards but if you had of told
me that on the 10th or 11th hole the first time I did it
I would have called you a liar. Bottom
line is this, it’s not fun being fat so why did I do it to myself? Wish I had an answer.
Today, after only three weeks, well 19 days, I was able
to jog for 46 minutes. The reason I did 46 instead of an even 45 was because I
had few markers in mind and it took me longer than I thought to jog to
them. I don’t think that’s too bad for a
35 year old fat man.
Daily Recap:
Matt: 46 min jog (a little over 3 miles)
Kelly: 55 min beach walk in the loose sand
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