Now that Thanksgiving is firmly behind us, it's time to start getting in shape so we can one-up the fat man in red. He'll feel oh-so foolish when he's wedging himself down those chimneys while all of us are buff and lean in the wake of turkey day, right?
Well first things first, I've started to run. I absolutely hate it. It's cold, I get winded super easily, I cramp in places I don't wanna, and my nose leaks all the way down my face for at least the last half of the run. I cannot see why people do this for fun, but I'm sick of sitting on my ass because it's too cold to bike, so instead I've decided to try and run it off.
However within the course of this new regiment I realized something phenomenal: I love layers. Not just the staple I have adorned of hoodie, hat, wool shirt, undershirt, etc for my runs, but layers in all walks of life. I love bean dip... layered. I love onions...which contain many layers! I enjoy people... who have many layers to them! The world would be hopeless without layers, and I have a strong feeling that if there were no layers it would be an awful place to exist.
In fact it would probably be a bunch of dunces standing around on hot lava from the earths core (because that is also layered to keep us safe from the sweet, molten core!) having bland conversations and sharing 1 layer of refriend beans. I'll be damned if I'm going to have a bland conversation without those 6 additional layers!
So I send out a casual thank you to all of my friends for being multi-dimensional, and being able to break bread (or tortilla chips) in many instances of delicious, cheesy, beany, walks of life.
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