Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Rahl is writing a paper she had eight full days to work on--and only began this afternoon.

I have become awful about doing my homework, and I am contrite but also absolutely unmotivated.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Run.

The weather is no longer freezing. And I finished my exams on Thursday, giving way to blissful, blissful sleep and recuperation from February's illness and exhaustion.

I'm not dying, so it's time to get back into shape. January was an excellent month for eating well and exercising. I discovered I've retained some of the fitness I built up over the course of the month (as well as about seven pounds of water weight, but that will go away in the next week or two). I was able to jump right into the Couch-to-5k running program in Week 3. It isn't too terribly difficult yet and I'm actually doing three repetitions instead of two.

Running interests me for several reasons:
1. It's difficult. I was never a good runner naturally and, as a result, I've never tried. In attempting something I am really quite bad at, I am forcing myself to: a) confront the fact that I am not good at everything, and b) "persevere," one of my father's favorite words.
2. It isn't expensive, and it doesn't take much of my time. I have a good pair of running shoes I won't need to replace for a while. To go to the gym and get a complete cardiac workout--no strength training--I have to walk twenty minutes from the house, and twenty minutes back. That's an additional forty minutes, plus the thirty it takes me to actually complete a satisfactory workout. And I like to exercise more than three times per week. It's a massive time commitment, and drains time from homework and socializing, the latter of which I don't always do enough as it is. Ideally, to cover my strength training and cardio, I'd like to run to the gym, complete 20mins of strength training, then run home.
3. It isn't boring. I used to bring a book to the gym to read while on the elliptical or bikes, and I quickly discovered I wasn't working nearly as hard as I was when I didn't read. So, I stopped reading. But when you run outside, there's a dude mowing his lawn with a mohawk and a dog that is actually quite fun to watch make figure eights around the trees in his fenced-in yard area and admiration from passing cars due to my ghetto booty and you understand.
4. There aren't any fat runners. I mean, maybe when they start out, but they quickly stop being fat runners.
5. I'd like to do some sort of competitive athletics and a triathlon is too damn expensive. I don't own a bike or a wetsuit, but 5ks happen frequently and I might be able to talk my sisters into participating with me. I don't see them nearly enough. Or my roommate, Chase, might be interested in carpooling to a 5k (he runs, too).