Having witnessed the rapid evolution of the Internet over the past decade, and having been on the giving and receiving end of Web based trolling, I can't decide whether this article is more disturbing or humorous.
On the one hand, making prank calls to the family of a kid who committed suicide is pretty horrible.
On the other hand, poking somebody in the digital ribs to get a rise out of their uber-serious stupidity--preferably in limerick form--is one of my premier online pastimes.
I'm so torn.
I used to run. A lot. From 1999 to 2004, I ran every other day, anywhere from three to seven miles, sometimes outside, sometimes on a treadmill. And then, around the time I bought my house in early 2004, I just stopped running.
Primarily, I stopped because I had a ton of house fixing-up to do, which ate up about a month, and after that, I just couldn't scope out a feasible running route I was happy with so, aside from the occasional treadmill session, I basically just stopped.
Still, since I picked up jiu-jitsu training in 2005, I thought I was getting just as much of a workout as I would have running, so that's how I justified not running for about three years.
Well, last week, I picked up a new MP3 player and, in an inexplicable whim, I slipped on the old running shoes and pounded out a three mile trek. Which. . .
Holy shit, man! I felt like I was going to die after 1.5 miles. I'd COMPLETELY forgotten how to measure my breathing and keep a steady pace. I was huffing and wheezing like a pack a day smoker. And I was sweating profusely and cursing under my breath and basically not having a very good time.
By the time I wrapped up my run, my legs were shaking and I was feeling just generally miserable. Nevertheless, despite aching legs and an almost unbreakable hold of laziness, I did it all again two days later.
Ideally, I'd like to be back up to five or seven miles before the end of August, and I'm mostly posting this as a means by which to track my progress and hopefully serve as a minor source of inspiration when I'm feeling particulary lazy.
For right now though. . . man, running SUCKS.
Ryan says: What was with the emphasis on dogs?
Autumn says: I don't know-I guess Batman doesn't like dogs.
Ryan says: Batman can take on 30 thugs, but dogs he can't figure out?
Autumn says: It really didn't tie-in.
Autumn says: I know; it wasn't like the first one, where he was scared of the bats from his childhood.
Ryan says: He can't carry a pouch of Milk Bones on that utility belt?
Autumn says: LOL!
