I am a slug, a big, fat slug who has gotten lazy and should be ashamed of himself. Why, you ask, would I use such harsh language to describe myself? Well, I’ve been a lazy slug who has managed to get the running shoes on only sporadically.
For instance, today is Thursday. I ran three miles on the treadmill and lifted. but I haven’t run since last Thursday, meaning I went six days without running.
See what I mean? I’m a slug.
Author: hankkalet
Hank Kalet is a poet and freelance journalist. He is the economic needs reporter for NJ Spotlight, teaches journalism at Rutgers University and writing at Middlesex County College and Brookdale Community College. He writes a semi-monthly column for the Progressive Populist. He is a lifelong fan of the New York Mets and New York Knicks, drinks too much coffee and attends as many Bruce Springsteen concerts as his meager finances will allow. He lives in South Brunswick with his wife Annie.
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Hank Kalet 
Join the club, I have to get my tush in gear, too. As regards jogging, I subscribe to Neil Armstrong's thoughts: \”I believe that the Good Lord gave us a finite number of heartbeats and I'm damned if I'm going to use up mine running up and down a street.\” and \”I believe that every human has a finite number of heart-beats. I don't intend to waste any of mine running around doing exercises.\”The first quote was made to Walter Cronkite, I don't know under what context the second quote was made. I choose to \”waste\” my finite number of heartbeats on bicycling which I love very much.