Weird...

I was running the other day on rocky, windy trails in the woods. It was the site of my heroic and horrific spill this summer. I was running around, flying around corners and hopping over uneven ground. I was moving slowly, but with all the obstacles and hills I couldn't safely move any faster, so I could forgive my snail's pace. After about an hour of scaring off squirrels and chipmunks hiding in the underbrush I stopped to walk a bit and recharge my battery. As I usually do when I'm nervous or have nothing to do with my hands I started poking my stomach to see if 6 pack abs had materialized while I wasn't paying attention (as of yet, this has not happened). I tried to flex and was met with a funny feeling. It was kind of like a tingly weakness, like... fatigue? I contracted again to make sure. Hey wait, I think they've already been flexed this whole time! It's true! Running DOES work your abs! Suddenly I've found a worthwhile reason to run!

On a Separate Note

Job hunting has been grueling, taking up 6-10 hours of every day, but yesterday after 2 telephone interviews, 2 follow-up phone calls, sending in a new resume, and a confirmation email about another interview, I found myself with the afternoon off. I had only a dollar in my pocket and my dad wasn't home, so there wasn't much I could do outside the house. I sat down to watch TV, but in 500+ channels I couldn't find anything that I wanted to watch. So you know what I did? (Holds hands in front of face in shame) I watched FitTv! I did about 1/2 an hour of something that I think was called Caribbean Workout which reminded me of why I never do aerobics: I'm always that chick who can't for the life of her figure out the steps. There's one in every aerobics class who just stands there twirling and thrashing, looking helplessly at her classmates' feet trying desperately to catch up while everyone stares in awe and morbid curiosity at the freak in the mirror that can't do a grape vine with her arms above her head. That chick's me. Then, a heavily-muscled hulk with an accent named Gilad came on (with his mom) and made me punch my way to stronger abs, back, and biceps. I could follow through the "jab, jab, hook, jab, uppercut" after a little practice, but after that I got lost and wound up thrashing even worse than in Caribbean Workout. And why are all these programs filmed on the beach? When was the last time you went to the beach and saw half a dozen people in leotards doing kick-boxing on a 10'x6' rubber mat? When was the last time you brought YOUR rubber mat to the beach (or any public place for that matter) to do "V-step right, V-step left, squat!"? But the worst thing about FitTV was the commercials! This is to be expected, but still! I'm fascinated by commercials and what they say about their target audiences, but I was a little bit insulted that the only ads were for Kashi cereal (okay), Weight Watchers (to be expected), Jenny Craig (no surprise there), diabetes medication (well that's good, hopefully this network is making a difference in someone's life), medications with a side effect of weight loss (now that's getting a bit fucked up), and Botox (now I'm scared). I turned off the tube and picked up a book before Blaine's Low Carb Kitchen.