Jersey Number 3.

As the "last" days of summer have gone by, I've grown increasingly heavier.
It's a subtle difference, one that only I notice, but the small pounds that I have gained need to leave immediately.

I was on such a good routine of running/walking three miles at the Pasadena Rosebowl, but as a priority school always comes first so I have been pushing my fitness aside.

Not tomorrow though, I shall continue by three mile exercise and reward myself with something delicious to eat afterwards. I hate how out of shape I've become.

When I was in highschool I had such a fit body. Due to being on the Varsity Volleyball team, I was forced to run a minumum of two miles, crunch over three hundred sit ups, press up to two hundred military bench presses, sit on an invisible chair for at least five minutes (by the way, gives you the most disgusting burn on your calves and thighs), and on top of that we'd have an additional hour of just straight volleyball practice including mock games, and if any team member screwed up on a drill, we would have to run "Suicides."
And this was every single day.

I mean, these exercises were mandatory for me if I wanted to look any good in those tight ass spandex shorts. Cellulite was not an option for me.

So since college started I haven't been too active, just the occasional trip to the gym and that's about it. Everything has been at my own pace.
It's time to whip my body back into shape and into good health.

Fit body, healthy body, happy body.