Friday, August 12, 2005
Stephanie (my roommate) and I started a running program 4 weeks (?) ago. It's a very basic program just to get you use to running for longer periods of times and longer distances. It takes you from walking to running a constant 30 minutes. It seemed like a good idea to us. Running is a cheap form of exercise, is readily accessible, and although I have never really LIKED running at all, I really wanted to enjoy it.
Things have been going fairly well. We get up four mornings a week (MWFSa), and do whatever the time is for that week, which is a combination of x minutes of running, y minutes of walking, for z amount of cycles to equal 30 minutes. I've actually really enjoyed it. While running I usually beat myself up mentally over the fact that I'm actually putting myself through it, but afterward I am pretty proud of myself and actually look forward to the next time we run.
(Let it be known at this point that I have never been athletic. Music has always been my forte, or at least something I was semi-good at. My brother was the football player and track athlete. I tried out for tennis my freshman year, played for two weeks, and then got cut. I hate, hate, hate physical activity. I've never been good at it, therefore I hate to do it in order to get better. Things, however, are changing.)
So this week we are on running 8 minutes, walking 2 minutes, and doing that cycle 3 times. we are lucky enough to have a huge city park behind our house, so lately we have run two cycles in the park, and then end up on the city street and run toward home. This morning I was doing fine. I have figured out that if I think about other things it takes my mind off how much more I have to run. I get side splints (is that what they're called?) and so I do what the book told me: because I get them in my right side I breathe out forcible when my left foot hits the ground. I can't do that breathing every step because I can't breathe in fast enough, so I end up with this funny rhythm pattern that I've mindlessly written a few songs to in my head.
Anyway! This journal entry is really about the fact of how crappy I felt after running this morning. I've been beating myself up because I quit 30 seconds before the end, and started walking, but by the time I got back to the house I knew why. I felt like I was going to throw up. I stood around in the bathroom for about 15 minutes, decided I was finally okay enough to get in the shower, but then had to get out early (and quickly) because I thought I was going to puke in the shower. However, after I got out I was fine, went to work and haven't felt sick. I'm completely weirded out by this.
Bless any of you who actually read this whole thing. I just needed to write it all out.
Things have been going fairly well. We get up four mornings a week (MWFSa), and do whatever the time is for that week, which is a combination of x minutes of running, y minutes of walking, for z amount of cycles to equal 30 minutes. I've actually really enjoyed it. While running I usually beat myself up mentally over the fact that I'm actually putting myself through it, but afterward I am pretty proud of myself and actually look forward to the next time we run.
(Let it be known at this point that I have never been athletic. Music has always been my forte, or at least something I was semi-good at. My brother was the football player and track athlete. I tried out for tennis my freshman year, played for two weeks, and then got cut. I hate, hate, hate physical activity. I've never been good at it, therefore I hate to do it in order to get better. Things, however, are changing.)
So this week we are on running 8 minutes, walking 2 minutes, and doing that cycle 3 times. we are lucky enough to have a huge city park behind our house, so lately we have run two cycles in the park, and then end up on the city street and run toward home. This morning I was doing fine. I have figured out that if I think about other things it takes my mind off how much more I have to run. I get side splints (is that what they're called?) and so I do what the book told me: because I get them in my right side I breathe out forcible when my left foot hits the ground. I can't do that breathing every step because I can't breathe in fast enough, so I end up with this funny rhythm pattern that I've mindlessly written a few songs to in my head.
Anyway! This journal entry is really about the fact of how crappy I felt after running this morning. I've been beating myself up because I quit 30 seconds before the end, and started walking, but by the time I got back to the house I knew why. I felt like I was going to throw up. I stood around in the bathroom for about 15 minutes, decided I was finally okay enough to get in the shower, but then had to get out early (and quickly) because I thought I was going to puke in the shower. However, after I got out I was fine, went to work and haven't felt sick. I'm completely weirded out by this.
Bless any of you who actually read this whole thing. I just needed to write it all out.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
So I'm planning on making a mix cd of my college years. It will most likely end up being 2 or 3 cds. Considering that I'm entering my fifth year the 3rd cd might be necessary. It will start with Dashboard Confessional's "Swiss Army Romance", since that's what I was in love with when I entered college, and include music I discovered while in college, such as something from Weezer's blue album, a Lassie Foundation song, Cake's "Going the Distance", etc. for my freshman year. Then Mates of State's "Everyone Needs an Editor" for my sophomore year, along with new Switchfoot stuff.
This plan is AWESOME.
This plan is AWESOME.
Monday, August 08, 2005
I really don't know what's wrong with me lately. And I mean that in every possible way.
