people who think benghazi is worse than the iran-contra affair
ive got a problem and its called older men
“Even when the console’s turned off, users can simply say “Xbox On” to power up — which means the new Kinect will be listening to you in your living room at all times.”
More importantly, does this mean if someone’s mom says “Don’t you DARE turn the Xbox on” they’re getting grounded?
my horse says “snort snort neighhh” which roughly translates into “touch me and I will fucking murder you” and I think that’s really beautiful
Seriously, for the first time in my life, I went for a run, and felt good. Yeah, some of the hills were tough, and I felt the cold air in my lungs and the wind pushing against me during the final stretch, but I actually felt good. I didn’t collapse and feel like vomiting when I got back home. 5.15 miles exactly, my longest-ever run, and I have never felt better. I took a shower, and feel just glorious.
For the first time since 2011, I am in good shape. I have a ways to go before I reach my goal, but I feel (and look) pretty strong. I have better aerobic endurance than ever. I’m still motivated.
I’ve always sworn I’d never be a runner. I have flat feet and exercise-induced asthma. I hate to sweat. But I got fitted for supportive shoes for over-pronating feet at a special running shoe place, and my lung capacity has improved. I don’t wheeze as much if it’s not cold. My knees and shins don’t hurt. I enjoy the feeling of tired muscles.
I have defined biceps, not from weights, but from my ill-mannered rescue dog pulling the leash when we run. I have strong calves and inner thighs from horseback riding. I have a strong core from yoga. And I don’t hate catching a glimpse in the mirror anymore. My clothes from my peak shape in 2011, junior year of high school, fit me again.
I don’t know why or how suddenly, one day, while living in NYC and interning at Nickelodeon, I walked home along Central Park West, saw everyone and their mother running swiftly and steadily past me, and decided I would, too. I don’t know how I got home from a 50-block walk and 8-hour work day as an intern, being sent as far as Astoria on errands, and laced up my shoes and went back out. I don’t know how I did 2.25 miles that day, or how I got that up to 5.15 in just a few weeks.
And I don’t know why, today, without planning to, I went farther than ever before. But I know that listening to the BBC Radio 4 sitcom Cabin Pressure helped immensely. I ran with a smile, distracted from the hills and wind and evening gloom. It brings me lots of joy, and my younger sisters, whom I did not expect to have the attention span to listen to a British radio show for even one episode, listened in the kitchen wit me for nearly four hours and kept exclaiming that it was funny, or that the characters were endearing.
I feel hale, hearty, and healthy, and when I feel healthy, I feel like I can handle a shitty STAT 200 online class with an absent-minded, uncaring prof who makes stupid mistakes. I can handle my mom snapping at me for no reason. I can sleep better and fret less.
I am not the type to like exercise, and I always thought the runner’s high was a myth. But, though it took me since February to feel it, it is real.
Let’s see you people ignore my running achievements when my dragons are grown.