I write about my journey through self-exploration and awareness; doesn’t everyone? Here, though, there are tendencies toward green living, veg*nism, travel, relationships and complaining. :)
The thing that sucks is now that we’re getting all serious about launching these other blogs and living our lives in a more public view, I’m holding back here, because I’m embarrassed and ashamed of how weak I’ve been and I’m not wanting it to affect the other goals the BG and I are trying to achieve.
I hate to say this, but I honestly wish I could just smoke a bowl and space out once in a while. You know, just like I did way back when…
Ugh.
The reason I’m joining the one group I thought I wouldn’t be interested in is (after not really putting that much thought into it) I realize that I find pictures of myself, friends or people much more interesting than objects, places or flowers. Let’s see if I can do this!
View my 365 days set.
This kid has been traveling around the country achieving goals and making videos about it for nearly a year. He said his family all had wagers on how long he’d be gone, and none of them bet into 2008… here it is nearly June. What’s really interesting, though, is that some of the goals on his list seem totally insane and to achieve them he had to have pretty heavy traffic to his site. We played twenty questions with him asking how he manages to keep the stats up on his site, how often he writes and how the HELL did he get on Good Morning America?! (Through a wild chain of events Diane Sawyer found his friggen blog. CRAZY.)
Anyway, the BG and I are now motivated. We are going to make a list of things to accomplish on our year-long road trip. In addition, the BG has some fantastic ideas about mounting a camera in the Prius and taking pictures at equal intervals throughout. We’re looking into purchasing a GPS data tracker that we will sync with the EXIF data on our photos so that each evening when we’re uploading to Flickr, they will automatically be geotagged and put on the map. We’ll be able to see exactly where we’ve been (and our families will see that we’re not dead). Eeeeee technology!
Right now Amtrekker is still asleep on my floor. And although I feel oddly famous right about now, I realize that he’s simply a shining example of how the internet serves to teach and inspire. Sometimes when I’m nerding out on the interwebs I become overwhelmed by just how much information exists out there. It amazes me that it’s possible to weed through all of it to find something (or someone) that can brighten your day, motivate you, or teach you something you never knew you were interested in.
(That was filmed eight months ago. I’m happy to say that I drove him to the Amtrak station this morning and he commented on how easy it was for us to get there. Glad I could help improve his idea of Raleigh… He somehow did the same for me!)
Check out the other Amtrekker videos here and tell me you don’t just want to eat him alive he’s so damn awesome.
“Those who think they have not time for bodily exercise will sooner or later have to find time for illness.” - Edward Stanley
Well, that slapped me in the face because it’s exactly what’s been on my mind lately.
Over the past few years I’ve tried to make gym-going a habitual activity, but moving around a lot and the consequential adjustments leave that priority falling by the wayside. Until recently.
My mother has been complaining a lot about miscellaneous aches and pains and she is at a point where although it would benefit her to work out on a regular basis, she’s simply in too much pain to bear all the movement. It’s a catch-22.
What I’m learning from her is that I shouldn’t wait that long. I am a lucky, lucky girl, being 5′9″ and weighing in at around 125 naturally, with no physical activity whatsoever. But come on, I’m going to be 30 this year and at some point it’s going to get ugly unless I start trying to maintain it. (You know that floppy flab that happens on women in between the arm pit and the elbow? Yea… it’s happening.)
So I’ve been going to the gym for about two weeks now, riding my bike back and forth. And tomorrow I’m signing up for five personal training sessions so that I can integrate some weights (and whatever else) into my routine.
I feel good that I’m getting out and moving around, but my *real* motivation is to blow off some steam on my imaginary dancefloor. See, the elliptical machine is the only thing I really do as far as cardio (plus the bike ride to and fro). And it’s my favorite because my pace is about 130 steps per minute which just about matches the per minute beat count to the music I love to dance to. Actually… getting on the stupid elliptical and the motion that ensues is really the same kind of motion I’d be getting if I were out clubbing with friends anyway, so all I really have to do is close my little eyes and get down. No one knows what the hell I’m doing anyway so who gives a crap if I look like an ass.
The only thing that would make the whole thing better is hopping on the machine with m next to me, we sync up our iPods with the same mix (starting at the same time, of course) and BOTH pretend to be at the club together, only opening our eyes at that killer climax to that awesome song we heard one time back at that rave in ‘01.
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Yes, I’m retarded.
Oh whatever, people. At least I’m not on drugs anymore.
