To Donut or Not to Donut (This is metaphorical at least in regards to donuts)

Now that my semester has drawn to a close, I find myself with 4 months of "free" time. Now, of course my days will be consumed with cleaning, cooking, and general time-consuming errands. But really, I will lay claim to hours every day to conduct my various experiments of physical exercise, diet, and sophomoric attempts at writing.

Most recently, I've returned to (un)avoiding soda, running, yoga, and buying (though not necessarily eating) various vegetables and fruits. I want to return to the fitness of my (younger) youth though I never really did the whole eating healthy thing. Chances are if zombies decide to start selling Avon, I'll need all my physical capabilities to actually outrun let alone out-think the shambling yet ever diligent (un)dead. I find though, imagining the creepy, malodorous corpses chasing me (which I've done), to be not enough encouragement to put down that crumb coffee cake or let someone else grab that mini bottle of coke in the fridge.

Perhaps that is what makes these more recent zombie runs/walks so interesting and vital. We need motivation to get our run on, to quote, work on our fitness. If we congregate in corporeal exertion, we can both get those legs into shape and enjoy/celebrate/furtively-glance-around for real zombies together.

Really, the whole zombie survival is a chance to prepare myself to handle any paranormal (I use this in the literal sense) adventure which may decide to ring that doorbell and try to convince me to buy the newest bubble bath or tennis bracelet (bad pun/reference to Avon joke above--I thought you might want reminding as it is such a weak joke).

Yet.... yet....

That cake tasted so good! Those of you without this dilemma probably even spend more time in the Physical World rather than glaring apprehensively into the enthralling glow of a computer monitor. Will my preparation then always be hypothetical? theoretical? Perhaps if you don't hear from me for a while readers, I have either A. Bought the purse/snuggie/blusher/figurine from that creeper at the door or B. Actually managed to put on my over-pronating sneakers and take a turn around the lake.

For me, maybe for us all, let's hope it was the latter.