RunKeeper!

I’ve wanted to write about how much I love this website for a few weeks now, but I figured I should wait until the end of the month to ensure that I had met my personal challenge in one way or another.

On January 1, I joined Runkeeper.com. I didn’t have any specific goal in mind as to the number of miles run. I had in the back of my mind the idea of running a 5k, but I also just possess a lot of curiosity when it comes to my personal endurance and will power. In other words, I like to see how hard I can push myself. I’ve never really applied this endurance idea to physical activities. I pretty much hate exercise, and I hate healthy food even more.

So, I put this to a test. I tracked runs (on a treadmill), hiking (outdoors), and cycling (on a stationary bike) for the month.

And I’m happy to see that my grand total was: 41.56 miles.

Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.

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"He Has a Funny-Shaped Head"

Oh, I remember the day so clearly. I was a junior in college, and I was taking a fundamentals of public relations course for my journalism major. Our final project was an analysis of the public relations strategy of an organization with thoughts as to how the department might be improved. At the time, I was still fairly certain I wanted to work for a pro sports team so my analysis was on the Los Angeles Clippers.
               On the final day of my visit, the team had an open workout, which I viewed as part of my analysis on the team’s desire to broaden their appeal to a younger audience. As I turned down the tunnel, I spun around right into (right INTO) one of the players.
               I think my reaction was pretty much one of “Oh my God,” which I’m sure I said aloud. He kindly signed whatever it was that I had in my hand, probably a notebook and went about his journey to the court.
               I was watching him on TV last night, no longer with the Clippers, and all of a sudden this fabulous memory came back to me. Not of meeting him, no. Of the conversation I had when I told my parents about this.
               You see, I have this obsession with the shape of peoples’ heads. Namely the shapes of the heads of men. It all but determines my attraction to any given guy. For the past few years, I really had no idea where it came from and why it was such a determining factor for me.
               Then, I saw this athlete on E! last night. And, it all came back to me.
               I had relayed the story to my parents about how I had met said NBA player after two years of having a crush on him and how I had all but embarrassed myself by running squarely into him.
               And my father’s response?
               “I don’t see why you have a crush on him,” he started. “He has a funny-shaped head.”
               What?!?
               “All those NBA players,” he went on, clearly teasing me at this point. “It’s like they get to a certain height and their heads start to be grossly out of proportion.”

               And this has stuck with me for eight years now. Plenty of icons, men that other women fall all over, I just don’t see it. And always for the simple reason that he “has a funny-shaped head.”

More Tales from 4th Grade, Trevor Ariza, Motorcycles and 'She Drives Me Wild'

I had to laugh at myself this week because this sentence actually came out of my mouth: “Remember that we’re using our quiet footsteps in the hallway.” Even as I write it down, I laugh. Mostly because I don’t know where it comes from! It’s almost like some sort of bizarre instinctual teaching thing.  It’s funny because if it wasn’t for the double dutch and constant running around, I think I would be in love with this age group. Unfortunately, I feel that at 27, I’m somehow way too old to keep up.

Much to my mother’s disappointment, Trevor Ariza is rumored to be traded from the Lakers. How she ever thought I would marry someone who went to UCLA is beyond my comprehension. Doubly beyond my comprehension is her thinking that I would marry an NBA player. Knowing me, I’d end up with some NBA player’s bitter older brother who laments some injury he had in 7th grade and who  now lives in the shadow of his star little brother. Purely speaking hypothetically, of course.

I’m about half way through with “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” and I’m fairly certain that I want a motorcycle. I have also learned that someone that I pretty much love more than life itself also wants a motorcycle. He has said point-blank, however, that he will not share it because (and this is a direct quote) “no one would ever lend their motorcycle to you because you’re crazy.” Right.

They released a portion of Michael Jackson’s rehearsal from a couple nights before he died. And it’s quite unfortunate the tape shuts off where it does because I’m almost certain the intro to “She Drives Me Wild” can be heard at the tail end of the video. I always considered that to be the modern version of “The Way You Make Me Feel” for a lot of reasons, and I would love to hear that portion of the video at some point.

Ah, my plans for tomorrow have me way too excited. Here’s to disappearance!

People Who Should Stop Talking: Installment 1

I’m all for free speech. I’m all for freedom of the press, but there are some people who so far outlive their 15 minutes of fame that it makes me wonder about the very fiber of our society. Why do we allow these people to continue to talk? Why are people still listening? Why are these arcane opinions still necessary in the public debate?

So, I present my first installment of People Who Should Stop Talking.

#1. Sarah Palin. It wouldn’t be right if the first person in the first installment of this post WASN’T Sarah Palin. You lost. Not only did you lose, but you probably are the reason your ticket lost. You don’t have a place in mainstream America. And honestly, every time you open your mouth I cringe for all intelligent women.

#2. Megan McCain. You may not have lost like Ms. Palin, but your father did. So, your fifteen minutes of fame was gained in a carpet-bagger approach in the first place. It’s one thing to say you want to open up the political discussion in America, but stick to that. You’re not a Hollywood celebrity.

#3. Scott Boras. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. We don’t care that you represent BOTH the Weaver brothers. You’ve done enough to ruin major league baseball, we don’t need your take on “feel-good” stories. We don’t need your take on Manny’s silence. We (especially Dodger fans) don’t need your take on a lot of things.

#4. Jon & Kate (with or without your 8). Whatever personal issues you may have, you put out there in the media by agreeing to do a TV show. That being said, we really don’t care to have your entire life drama drawn out on news programs. (Perhaps this complaint has more to do with those who report this stuff as thought it were breaking news.)

Please stay tuned as our American media continues to spread the celebrity of these folks and others like wildfire.