I was cruising around Google's Blogger search yesterday and found a blog called 'Training for My First Half-Marathon.' He'll be one of my 18,000 best friends at the Country Music race in April. Heh.
I find it difficult to ferret out the personal blogs from the commercial ones when I do Blogger searches. I can't tell you how many times I've gone looking for inspiration among weight-loss bloggers, only to find an advertising pitch for some bogus miracle cure, or what I think of as a pseudo-blog – something to lure you in to find out you have to pay to get to the meat of the message.
So I end up going back to some of your archives, to read how you got started, what motivated you, how you conquered a particular obstacle or triumphed over a challenging situation. I'm not thinking of anyone in particular. I just know I couldn't have continued putting one foot in front of the other, following a food plan and working out regularly, without you.
Some who inspire me don't have blogs, but we do e-mail, regularly or occasionally, with reports and questions and struggles and victories.
My life would be so small without the internet. Thanks.
Okay, moving on ... last night's House? A little strange, if you ask me. I was glad for all the tight close-ups of that cute Hugh Laurie being all earnest and everything, but it seemed as if the writers had been challenged to create a script that didn't include an obscure disease-of-the-week. And they didn't quite know what to do with that. After two weeks' worth of commercials hyping the episode, I was disappointed. Sorry if this is a spoiler; I'm trying to be as non-specific as possible in case you haven't seen it yet.
Yesterday was one of my rest days, so I did an easy two-mile walk on the treadmill and a short weight-training session. Today is the weekly tempo run – five miles total, with the middle three run at a fairly good clip. I'll be on the treadmill, unfortunately, as January has decided to exit with snow and bitterly cold temperatures. Five miles on the treadmill ought to be good for most of a Rocky movie, though.
Isn't that sad … my life is so dull that I'm looking forward to watching a two-star movie while at the same time running nowhere.
Eighty-seven days until race day.