So today, i was out washing my car — something i do fairly frequently — when i caught a glimpse of something odd in the refletion on the driver-side window. At first i couldnt identify it, it was, a light beige colo(u)r, and, roughly the length of my forearm. What was even starnger was it seemed to by attached to my upper arm. I instantly recoiled, swatting at it as if it was some sort of bug, but when i regained my composure i couldnt see it on me. I was aghast to realize, this was no Alien that crawled out of the tailpipe of my car, and was going to suck the sweet, delicious juices out of me, starting with my arm. No, it was something far worse.
A muscle.
You see, becasue of the outrages summer temperatures, i wasn’t wearing a shirt — something i do fairly frequently. And, as a result of me going to lifetime fitness 5 out of the past 5 days (not including today), i seem to be, well, fit. It seems i have my not-really-a-goal-of-mine-but-since-its-well-on-its-way-to-being-completed-i-can-pretend-it-was-a-goal-and-such-seem-like-a-motivated-individual goal of getting in shape is now covered like a jimmy hat. But, to paraphrase Andrew Keila: “If there is one thing Nate Wilkie has taught us, it’s that ‘covered like a jimmy hat’ means not covered at all.”
