As I sit at home on a Wednesday evening, watching the “3-hours past Live” American Idol results show – yes I am sucker for reality tv – and resist the urge tweet every comment that pops into my head I realized something. Twitter is my new roommate. I know, I know, it’s sooo sad, but quite possibly true.
Don’t get me wrong. I love living alone. I love the freedom to leave my dirty dishes in the sick till tomorrow morning, kick off my shoes in the middle of the floor, and watch whatever strange tv program at any time I desire, but the one thing lacking when living alone is conversation. I like to talk, so of course there are times when I have comments about tv, or something that happened at work (which I also do at home all alone) and there is no one to talk to except the dog. She doesn’t listen very well and her contribution to the conversation consists of licking her nose, sniffing her butt, or just falling asleep. Gotta love the dog!
In the absence of a live person to bounce my witty comments about reality TV – or just real life – off of I turn to the internet and post all my comments on twitter. Sure I only get a reply to 1 of every 100 tweets, but it gives me the sense that someone is listening to me. Is this what my world has come to? Is it wrong that I use twitter for my weeknight banter, or should I throw in the towel and get a real roommate. I’m opting for the former rather than the latter.
A couple weeks ago I posted this, about my quest to get off the couch and finally learn to truly run! Using the Couch to 5K method to train myself to run a 5K. On a side note I feel like everyone I know is doing this program now. 2010 must be the year to run!
Anyway, I tried numerous times to get outside and run, but I’d only make it about 15 minutes into the 30 minute workout and my skins/calves would hurt so bad I could barely move. My third try I actually thought I was going to have to call someone to pick me up and drive me the 3/4mile home, I was in tears my legs hurt so bad. What the heck! I was stretching, I was doing the 5 minute warm-up, I even tried wearing different shoes. I was almost certain I was gonna be a failure before even starting the program!
Well folks, today I decided maybe a treadmill would be better (although I wasn’t looking forward to having to hit the speed button a trillion times) so today I went down to the humble gym in my condo building and got on the treadmill and I am happy to say that after about 5 tries I finally completed Day 1 of the Couch to 5K program. Hallelujah!! I even did some squats & lunges with weights, along with arms and crunches, then I came home and ate an orange and almonds for my lunch/mid-day snack.
I’ve read places that you have to repeat things at least 20 times to make them habit, so consider this day one of working out and eating healthy. 19 more days to go.
I also bought myself a used 10speed road bike last week (which is still int he trunk of my car), but as soon as I get a lock and helmet I’ll be hitting the path in front of my house on that thing as well. I would normally forgo the helmet, because i look ridiculous in them, but I think my lifetime concussion count is nearing double digits so better be safe than sorry.
This past weekend was a whirlwind, or perhaps a flurry. I’m not really sure which adjective best describes it, but it was…well it just “was”. Up, down, sideways…I felt like I was on an emotional roller-coaster. Lack of sleep, physical exertion, alcohol and among other things probably all played a role. I received text messages from not one, not two, but three unexpected sources, which started the weekend off all backwards and things just got all screwy from there.
By Sunday evening, I was downing Champagne with my girlfriends and spilling secrets that I didn’t even know I had! Secrets that I hadn’t even admitted to myself, but be it the lack of sleep or plethora of alcohol I spilled my guts. I went on and on and the more I let my secret flow from my lips the more it became real. Sure it’s nothing to be ashamed of, just something I wasn’t expecting. I guess I knew in the back of my mind, but didn’t want to admit it. Unfortunately I may have divulged my secret to a few too many people, and a few whom I doubt will keep their mouths shut. It’s only a matter of days before it’s out and my cheeks are turning as bright as the fuschia shirt I’m wearing.
Oh and the dreams!! The dreams that I had this weekend were so vivid and realistic. When my head finally hit the pillow at 2am Monday, my dream was an exact replay of Sunday night’s events only with a different ending. I went to bed mad and woke up angry. I was angry at people, then angry at myself, then just mad at the world! Of course two days, and a bottle of wine later I’m over it. Hoping people will forget anything that spilled from my lips on Sunday and just move on like nothing happened. I’ve moved on, I sure hope everyone else does too.
One thing I will say that was funny is that Sunday I walked a 5K, after a mere 3.5 hours of sleep, you can only imagine what I looked like. I managed to pry the beer glass from my hand and take a power nap & shower in the afternoon, but being it a Sunday night and not expecting to go back out and be out till 2am I pulled my bangs back, didn’t blow dry/straighten my naturally wavy hair, and didn’t apply any makeup. I felt like a bum, but it didn’t keep me from meeting up with friends (namely guys) at 10:30pm. Too my surprise a friend immediately said “You got all cute’d up tonight!”. I was shocked (& flattered). Here I am spending hours straightening my hair, applying makeup to look “cute” when I go out at night, but the one time I am out the door in 15 minutes I get nicest compliment I’ve heard in months. Go figure…only on this weekend of all weekends would that have happened.
I’ve been harboring a bookmark on my computer for months now. Couch to 5k is a program that claims to train any non-runner to be able to get through a 5K in 9 weeks. I’ve been meaning to start this program. I’ll go to bed at night, and think “tomorrow I will start” and set my alarm for 6am, but when the alarm goes off, I hit snooze and think “i’ll do it tomorrow”. Have I ever mentioned I am a procrastinator??
Yesterday, as I read through the 20+ blogs I subscribe to, I saw a post by my cousin Nina, who writes an adorably humbling blog about her daily life accompanied by pictures of her two sweet daughters Sophia & Olivia. She was starting the Couch to 5K program! I swear there is a huge genetic gap in our family; we are made up of some physically fit soccer stars, runners, surfers, along with chubby overweight lazy bums! Although I played field hockey in high school, danced for 13 years, and spent 3 years on the crew team in college, I am definitely on the “chubby overweight lazy bum” end of our family. Nina is definitely more in shape than I am, even after having two kids, but I think she shares the same gene that makes the idea of running ultimately terrifying to me.
I was so happy to see Nina’s post, “From Couch Potato to…”, because it finally gave me the kick in the butt I needed to get my fat ass off the couch and get moving. I found a great Iphone App that let’s you play your iPod and will prompt you when to run/walk each time to keep up with the program. It seems to be a great app.
I did start on the wrong foot this morning as I ignored the program warnings to stretch and I haven’t done anything more than a brisk walk in months. After about 15 minutes of walk/jog my shins felt like they were going to split in half! It was so painful I had to stop and walk the rest of the way. Man, I am soooo out of shape. I can’t wait for my trainer to come back to work, I need her desperately to whip me back into shape.
Monday I’ll do another day of the program…and will remember to stretch next time….