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Well, it’s about time, I guess. It’s been a long time, but today, I dug out the ol’ roller blades and went in circles outside my abode for about a half hour.

I was a little rusty, but basically, it wasn’t too bad. I know when I do it more frequently, I have more fun, because my balance is stronger and I feel more relaxed. But still, I had a good time.

And I had forgotten how much better–and more energized–I actually feel after exercising a little while. I mean, it’s such a little thing. I was out there 30 minutes. A piddley little half hour, for Christ’s sakes! And I sat down a few minutes of that, for that matter. (After being off the skates a while, it doesn’t take long for my arches to start hurting. It’s just the skates, I guess, or how my feet go in ‘em or something. I dunno. But it goes away when I do it more offen.)

But you know. I’ve been feeling pudgey as holy shit for a good couple of months, at least. And the whole thing makes me wonder: Why the fuck don’t I do this physical stuff on a regular basis? I mean, it does so much:

• It clears my head
• It makes me feel energized
• It feels good physically
• I feel stronger
• I feel thinner
• I get thinner
• I have fun\

It helps on every level. You know? It’s like, it’s a little investment, and it pays off in spades. Always, always, ALWAYS, the absolute toughest part is getting myself started. I always say to myself, “Ok, Dixie, ” because I call myself by name. “Ok, Dixie. If you don’t have fun, you can come in after five minutes.” That’s what I always say.

And you know what? I almost never come in after a few minutes. Unless it’s a hundred fucking degrees like this summer or something. But damn.

I think I’ll do it again soon. And/or walk or jog or something. Just keep moving. Because it feels good.