Once upon a time, I was in good shape. I don’t really see much of a reason for staying in good shape except for that it tends to keep this awkward, gangly hunk of junk called my body in proper working order. And once upon a time, I consumed beer on an irregular basis in small quantities. The small quantities of beer did nothing to adversely affect my fitness.

However, while climbing up and down the stairs this morning helping my roommate move his couch and other random things out of the apartment, I noticed I was sweating like a mofo and gasping for air. Then it occurred to me that I have been drinking and getting quite smashed every night since last Monday and have all but ceased my regular physical activity. Voluntary unemployment will do that to you. So I’ve decided to take drastic measures.

I’m going dry. No drinking. For two whole nights. And maybe a couple more thereafter. I might also start waking up early to ride my bike before the sun torches everything south of Dallas. With Lance as my inspiration, I hope to complete at least a few pedal rotations before passing out.