As someone planning to return to the service, naturally I've started getting off my fat ass (caused by the most recent whale I dated) and started going out for runs in the neighborhood.

Tonight, feeling bold, I jumped in the car and ran in a county park, with some decent vegetation. Nothing like a jungle or rainforest, but it does itself justice in a pinch with a few different paths to follow.

A lot of the time, I like to find decent sized branches and carry them like they're my old boomstick, a little added resistance to my jog. In a pinch, they're perfect for the old sledgehammer hit the tire workout i see a lot of hardcore trainers do at the gym.

Is it weird? Probably, outside staring in. But it's free, given to me by nature. If there's one thing this sub helped me break the habit of, it's giving a fuck about what other people think of me when I exercise, and how I exercise. Also, for running late in to the evening, I know I've got an improvised tool for defense I can wield, though it hasn't had to come to that.

Nothing bad tonight, but figured I'd interject a little positivity to break up the cancer of posts I've been seeing as of late. There's no problem with me that stuff gets posted here and guys get bent out of shape about it; I'm just as fed up with the gynocentric bullshit as the next guy. However, there has to be some Ying to the Yang, and I wanted to bring some of that tonight.

Stay strong gents. Have a wonderful night