What? Did I say I wanted the sun to shine today? Did I spend most of yesterday wishing and hoping that it wouldnít rain, so that I could get out in the yard and do some mowing this afternoon? (After the race and the ballgame, of course.)
Yes, I did want those things, and for once I got them. Now that the day is over, it seems like a lot of energy used up hoping for something that gave me no more than twenty minutes of time in the yard. Thatís how long I lasted before I couldnít feel my hands or catch my breath or stand up any more.
Sure, Iím out of shape, and proud of it. Okay, maybe not ďproud,Ē in the sense of being proud. I am what I am, and as much as I might like to be something different, it doesnít do me a whole lot of good to think that way. Wishing and hoping wonít do it, and Iím way too lazy to work at it.
But not too lazy to wear myself out with twenty minutes of mowing. Is there a contradiction there? Maybe itís not so much laziness as time allocation. It would take up so much of my valuable time exercising to get in shape, and then (being in shape and all) Iíd have to spend more time working in the yard. Thatís the very definition of a vicious irony. (Is there such a thing as a vicious irony, or did I make that up?)
I have other ways I like to use my time. Iíd rather read or watch TV. Heck, Iíd rather sleep, if I could.