5k.

No, i am not talking about 5 thousand gold in World of Warcraft. I know that's what a lot of you were thinking when you read that. Oh yeah, Allan, i hate to break it to you, but all your talk about WoW, really got me interested, and now i've started up on a private server with some friends. Curse your perfected persuasion ability. I now know what it feels like to kill murlocs.

When i say 5k, i'm actually referring to five kilometres, the distance. Back in elementary school, running was my one and only love (other than sum41 and blink182, what is with rock bands and random numbers? those names probably don't even mean anything). I used to run nearly all the time, whether it was in the middle of a soccer game, for the cross country team in school, or as the anchor leg on the relay team. I'm going to stroke the ego of my elementary self and say; i was a running badass. But no more.

Since those good old days, i've fallen far from my prime. I would have no chance at being the anchor leg... anywhere, and i can barely get myself off my but to even hit a treadmill. But today, after getting quite annoyed with myself for being a lazy slob, i decided to join my brother when he went for a jog. A 5k jog.

Five kilometres really doesn't sound like that much when you say it aloud. And it definitely does not encompass the difficulty, that I, as the lazy slob i've already come to terms with being, would later have to battle with. When someone says to you in passing "Hey, i'm going for a 5k jog, do you wanna come?" I don't know about you, but i don't actually measure out how long 5k is in my head.

Yes, i know, i am rather pathetic, seeing as I am actually writing a full blog on how difficult a dumb little jog was for me. But if you know me, you know that i know i'm pathetic and find great pride in little victories. The day that i finally learned how to bake a betty crocker cake, was a turning point in my life. The day that i realized i actually had friends in high school was a turning point in my life. The day that i first slept a full night peacefully without hundreds of stuffed animals hugging me to sleep was a turning point in my life. I'm quite a simpleton.

So anyways, i managed to finish my little jog, but right now, i'm hurting quite badly. I haven't had any physical activity for an extended period of time, and my poor, aching muscles are proving that they all as annoying as the person that they compose; they're pissing me off oh so much.

Hopefully i take this as a sign that i should continue to get some exercise rather than a warning that exercise is really not all that fun, and leaves you with foot cramps.

Don't ever be like me.