2014-03-18pre

There are a few things I know about myself…

One, I will one day be thin again.  I’ll struggle; I’ll fail.  When I fall down, I’ll pick myself back up.  I will succeed.  Two, I am surprisingly susceptible to sports metaphor.  Watching a movie like Prefontaine or American Flyers, just lights a fire within me…

…I just need to learn to feed that fire rather than smothering it.

I have been dreaming of running again… no plots, no storyline… just out there… feet on the pavement… moving, breathing… living.  Time to stop worrying about the ice, and just get out on the road I guess.  I need to find a safe night spot for my bike on campus, so I can run one way, and ride the other alternating my commute orientation on a daily basis.

I had dinner with a very old friend last night.  He asked me why I did webcomics in general.  He also asked what the story was behind Saggy Man Breasts.  Why do I do it?  He didn’t say it, but the question immediately popped into my mind…

Why do it?   It certainly hasn’t made you thin

I found myself talking about being stuck in a fat person’s body, or rather, being stuck in the expectations of a fat person’s body.  Going on about how easy it is to just give in to the societal perception of what a fat person is and is capable of… I want to see everyone out there being the absolute paragon of what they can be — whether or not they are ever thin.  I want to see the starting line at 5ks and century rides full of the Clydesdale category… not making excuses about getting in shape, not hiding in the back, but out there ready to run, to shout, and to live!  That’s what Saggy Man Breasts means to me!

…and if we drop a couple pounds in the process, so much the better.