Fit

Being fit is addictive.

I find myself being more and more extreme in the activities I take in. Always faster, more and more! I want more and I want to be fitter. It's like once you embark on the trip to make yourself appear better and fit to the society's norm of good looking, you can never be satisfied.

Right now I am tanned like an Indian and I want to go swim more so I can exercise and tan at the same time. I have to fight back this urge to just leave the apartment and be out there doing something when I perfectly know that I have to sit down and finish my resume.

It's as if, my brain wants to stop thinking and my body just wants to take over. Alas I can't do anything today. My thighs is indicatint that it can't keep up with the repairs on the muscle, not a sore muscle feel, but a decaying sensation that your muscles are dying. I've been driving them too much lately.

I sometimes wonder if I stink at work. Recently, I've been dancing for 2 hours and biking for 2 hours all around the hills of montreal before I get to work. Rest assured, I was wet from all that. I know I smell of dried sweat and the sun, I just don't know how strong that smell is and how far can people smell me from.

The major problem I face with this new way of living is that it's really hard to dress up for work. I usually wipe my bodies a bit in the bathroom with toilet papers. But I have yet to figure out a way to bring my dress shirts to work without wrinkling them in my bag.

Statistics show that only 5% of the people bike to work in montreal and I am within the top 0.00001% of good dancers in montreal. Doesn't that make me rare? Add the fact I am asian…