I've started two blogs in the past (the venerable erikmissio.blogspot.com and the exciting pangolinpower.blogger.com), and I'm 0 for 2, with respect to getting past the first post. This is neither because I'm lazy (although I am) nor because I'm not self-indulgent enough to be a blogger (although, um, ditto). It was mainly because there was no real reason for me to do this, and I consequently lost interest within about three minutes.
Does anyone really care about my favourite albums of 2008? My feelings on the best comic artists? The remainder of the List of Things I Will Do Before I Die? What I thought about the Oscars, celebrities, politics, religion, television, books, professional wrestling, news happenings, or such?
No. No, they do not.
Does anyone care I've decided to try running a half-marathon this fall?
No. No, they do not.
But.
The proverbial deal is this: My short game's OK, but I've got no follow-through. The odds of me actually doing what I set out to are usually inverse to the amount of work involved. (Unless Diaz wants me to do it. Then, it's a given.) I've heard preparing for a half-marathon involves a decent amount of preparation, from dedicated running to conscientious cross-training, and from waking up early on weekends to, y'know, not eating four chocolate chunk cookies and iced tea for breakfast like someone foolish may have done today.
The only way I'm going to actually do this half-marathon stupidity is if I tell enough people I'm going to do it. That way, there's no graceful means of me backing out. Hence, this exciting training blog with the clever, dually meant title.
On the one hand, I'm updating a rapt audience on my progression in the world of sportiness. On the other hand, I'm using my own ego to encourage me to stick to some sort of exercise regiment. Cool beans? Cool beans.
I've seen (but note: not read) a book entitled Marathons for Mortals. The conceit's even a regular schmo like you can run if he or she puts his or her mind to it. This blog will be more along the lines of Half-marathons for Less Than Mortals. Cos let's face it--If I pull this off, then really no one with at least one lower limb has any excuse not to do it.
Does anyone really care about my favourite albums of 2008? My feelings on the best comic artists? The remainder of the List of Things I Will Do Before I Die? What I thought about the Oscars, celebrities, politics, religion, television, books, professional wrestling, news happenings, or such?
No. No, they do not.
Does anyone care I've decided to try running a half-marathon this fall?
No. No, they do not.
But.
The proverbial deal is this: My short game's OK, but I've got no follow-through. The odds of me actually doing what I set out to are usually inverse to the amount of work involved. (Unless Diaz wants me to do it. Then, it's a given.) I've heard preparing for a half-marathon involves a decent amount of preparation, from dedicated running to conscientious cross-training, and from waking up early on weekends to, y'know, not eating four chocolate chunk cookies and iced tea for breakfast like someone foolish may have done today.
The only way I'm going to actually do this half-marathon stupidity is if I tell enough people I'm going to do it. That way, there's no graceful means of me backing out. Hence, this exciting training blog with the clever, dually meant title.
On the one hand, I'm updating a rapt audience on my progression in the world of sportiness. On the other hand, I'm using my own ego to encourage me to stick to some sort of exercise regiment. Cool beans? Cool beans.
I've seen (but note: not read) a book entitled Marathons for Mortals. The conceit's even a regular schmo like you can run if he or she puts his or her mind to it. This blog will be more along the lines of Half-marathons for Less Than Mortals. Cos let's face it--If I pull this off, then really no one with at least one lower limb has any excuse not to do it.
This is the first post.
Posts
2 comments:
I used up all my savings and future pension to send you to school and THIS is the result?
I want my money back!
Dad
yup, that's it...anonymous equates to dad...
not so anonymous...
mom
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