About six years ago, I made a rather silly but heartfelt vow to myself that I would attempt to discern a lesson from the instances in where I sustained a rather sizable injury. I.e. - learn something more from my mistakes than "dur don't do that again hur dur". It was six years ago that, while enjoying a pleasant summer's evening with my friends out in the woods, I accidentally inhaled a bit too much campfire smoke and, being the genius I was, decided to suddenly stand up to try and clear my head.

Needless to say, I woke up about 15 seconds later with my friends standing over me, trying desperately to wake me up after pulling my dumb ass out of the small campfire I had collapsed into in my unconscious state. Seven stitches, thirty yards of gauze and a hell of a lot of pain killers later, I decided that the lesson for me to learn was that I had to finish my college degree, because damn did I feel like a moron. I was 24 at the time.

Fast forward five years and a half years later.

I graduated, I got a job, I have a nice little apartment, a sweet car and a psychotic (but adorable) cat. Things were going pretty well, I thought - that was when it was time for me to learn another lesson.

After my knee heals, I plan on acting on the lesson I derived from this situation. I am too damn out of shape. It's time for me to cut down my weight, firm up the flab and get to the point that a couple hours' worth of activity doesn't completely exhaust me again.

I don't suppose there's anyone out there that might be willing to join me in this endeavor? They say that sticking to an exercise/diet plan is much easier when you have others that are suffering with you.