My Second Drug of Choice is Adrenaline

If there was a race between my legs and toothpicks, the toothpicks would win, no question. The little leg muscle I ever gained was lost after I quit track freshman year. In high school. So in the past 4 years, my legs have been pretty weak. Despite that, upon starting college, I’ve found quick runs to be remarkably good at clearing my head. While they are brutally painful, leaving me in fetal position for a good 8 minutes aftewards clutching my shin splits, when the pain lifts there’s a warm feeling that just flows through my body and into my head and tell my endorphines “Get going little buddies!”

Tonight, when I got back from my run, I couldn’t make it up the stairs, so I collapsed on the floor of my friend Ben’s room nursing my shin splints. Finally, I dragged myself up the stairs, and collapsed on my floor and did 50 crunches and 25 leg lifts. I walked down the hall. I walked back to my room. I did 50 more crunches and 25 more leg lifts. I walked to my computer. I started typing this entry. I’m sweaty and disgusting and redder than the school mascot, but damn I feel good.

Admittedly, it doesn’t have the same rush as snowboarding, or other things, but the severe pain radiating from my abdomen makes me so happy inside.

Personal Goals Acheived Through Frosted Mini Wheats

So I’m going to be completely honest here, the eight pounds that I’ve packed on in the past 2 1/2 months are dissapointing not only to my mother, but to me as well. So, I’ve resolved to do something about it. Eating healthier is a start, so for breakfast I’ve been having a small bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats in skim milk. Healthy, tasty, loaded with fiber. (And I’m pretty sure fiber is good for you.) For lunch, I’m skipping the cheese curls (which is a very painful separation, I assure you) and heading for a banana with my whole wheat meat & cheese sandwhich. For dinner? Salad with smaller portions, and frozen yogurt instead of ice cream. Taking the stairs up the three floors to my dorm room in twos, power-walking to class, and 150 crunches a night. Which I did last night. Which I realize could be the explanation for the excruciating pain in my knees, which haven’t gotten a workout in a while, and the lovely patella-femoral syndrome decided to act up.

I suppose this isn’t a very entertaining entry, but I figure once I write down my plan, I can’t back out of it. And as my gym teacher in high school said: “A FLAT stomach is a HAPPY stomach.”

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If a man debauches himself, believing this will bring him happiness, then he errs from ignorance, not knowing what true happiness is. – Socrates

I’m Like Lettuce

Rain is the most diverse form of precipitation on the planet. You never really consider rain while you walk through it, desperately trying to preserve your hairstyle and protect your papers, all while dancing a complex jig around the puddles in your very decidedly UNwaterproof shoes. But rain really is funny. You have your driving rain, your icy rain, your sun showers, your sideways rain, your one or two drops and then its over, your thunderstorms, and most amusing of them all, the vegetable misting rain. Vegetable misting rain is what I briskly walked through from class this morning. The kind of rain that seems to just linger in the air, and doesn’t seem to really come from anywhere. Little water droplets just float around in the air, too indecisive to decide whether they should land, evaporate, or pelt someone in the face. It’s very similar to the misting water supermarkets spray on vegetables. So I guess that makes us all vegetables, in a very roundabout way.

A Subtle Invitation for Weightloss

My parents purchased foodstuffs for my brother and me upon our returning to our respective colleges. For my brother, they purchased a box of assorted candies. For me? 100 Calorie Snack Packs. Those 8 pounds I packed on are clearly not as loved as I would have hoped.

(And by the way, Mom & Dad, I’m kidding. You bought me Pringles, too!)

One Coment on Family Members

The next relative that pats the excess weight on my hip and says “Look at this! You’ve filled out!” is getting punched in the face. Hard.

The Answer to the Million Dollar Question

The three guesses to the mystery karaoke song were:

Beautiful by Snoop Dogg, Cracklin’ Rosie by Neil Diamond, and 99 Bottles of Beer

You’re all wrong! Ha!

The correct song was
Don’t Cry For Me Argentina

Karaoke Like Your Mom

I thought the majority of people over the age of thirty that had the slightest bit of respect for themselves and perhaps a shred of dignity did not subject themselves to karaoke without at least a shot of alcohol in their systems. I thought wrong.

As my father, my friend’s father, and everyone in my house (including, sadly, me) proved this evening.

Guess what song my lovely female friends and I are singing. Guess and win my respect for eternity.

(Answer in the next post.)

On Seeing the New Harry Potter Movie…

I proffer a review from a completely unbiased source…

“Cedric Diggory, what a hunka hunka burning love!”
– My Mother.

Trains are Crazy

I’ve come to the conclusion that trains are the best form of transportation. You’re guaranteed to meet someone halfway interesting, who has a connection with another person you know, and is probably not the axe murderer you’d meet on a greyhound.

On this particular journey, I discovered a friend of mine who I had no idea was taking a train was on the same car as me, so we bonded all the way from Harrisburg to Philadelphia. And by bonded, I mean I ate her food and she listened to my music.