I'm so perplexed over how my brother (above in green) and I can end up being so similar, but still so different. He was the one that (unfairly) got the exercise gene that obviously went missing on my genetic make up.
I really do wish I had a little more of his exercise stamina—he's been a marathon runner, and Iron Man (yup, he actually finished), a triathlete, a mountain biker, and now a road race biker. And he excelled at all. How can it be so unfair?! I hate going to the gym—if you want to torture me, just put me on a treadmill for an hour. I'll just die on the spot.
It's not like I don't like activities—that's a completely different thing–horseback riding, biking, walking, playing basketball. I love all those things, but it's so hard when you have a full time job.
When am I really going to have time for that? While I'm figuring it out ( I have, for now, ruled out early retirement), I just have to eat lettuce and carrots instead.
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