Running and weight-lifting have gotten somewhat dull so when a new exercise form presents itself around the house I’ve been quick to take to it. Â Today’s was chopping wood and I was excited enough to do it that I didn’t bother changing after coming home from work before starting. Â The wood was poplar which cuts poorly and burns worse but that didn’t matter. Â I was holding an ax. Â The wood was wet and some rounds were almost spongy but that didn’t matter. Â I was holding an ax. Â After about an hour of working this terrible lumber my cloths, skin, and hair were covered in wood bits but that didn’t matter. Â I was holding an ax.
I ran out of wood to chop and went inside to change and caught myself in the mirror covered in tree bits, wearing a baby blue pointed collared shirt, slacks and sunglasses, and listening to Nabakov’s Pale FireÂ over Bluetooth headphones. Â Sometimes I’m just a bad ass. Â Next time I may add war paint.