16.09.09

At some point during the last two weeks I have become incredibly lazy; I'm not quite sure when. I went swimming this morning but I only managed to do 22 lengths of the 25 metre pool. Last week I did 50. My desire to rest exceeded my inclination to exercise, and my selfish-seeking shade talked me into stopping, made excuses for my weakness.

I think I am becoming less of a man as I become less and less inclined to exercise vigorously. Chalk it up to a bad day if you want, but I think there is something seriously wrong with me and know that I can and should do better.

This isn't just about swimming. This is about not following through in general. I have an essay due on Friday and tonight I tried very hard to work on it. I told myself I would write two well crafted paragraphs (800+ words). But instead I only wrote one because I got distracted on the internet looking at some of the hilarious images people have made of Kanye West since his faux pas at the VMAs.

Sorry Kanye, but it is I that am the biggest clown of all time.