Jordan Zakarin

Small Step, Giant Leap

It almost feels pathetic for me, as someone who when healthy bikes nearly two hours a day, to even write about this, but full disclosure and encouraging others and all that jazz.

Last night, I put on my sneakers and hit the treadmill, walking at a pace just above what rehab instructors might set for their more elderly clientele. Still, I went for ten straight minutes, and could have gone longer if not for fears of total bodily revolution once I stopped moving.

So it’s a small milestone, one I plan to repeat and better later on today. I’m really sore because I’m trying to work myself off percocet, and was a bit ambitious with my cold turkey approach. But if I want to get back on the bike, and walk like a normal person around Brooklyn, I guess I’ll have to keep going. I really hate that walking is work.

In other news, my brother’s dopey 9th grade friends are over. They always hang out here on Fridays, but they won’t be bothering me. Sometime last year I earned their head nod and quietly move along fear by promising a few of them the most comfortable body bags Central New Jersey has to offer.

Despite my weakness, my angry, unshaven gaze has done little to encourage more obnoxious behavior — if anything, it reinforces my murderous promises. Glad to know I’ve still got it.

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