At first I thought it was a mistake to include friends, family and thousands of strangers in the stumbling beginnings of my quest towards the new, less-fat me. It means I'm almost constantly admitting that I suck at this -- explaining, in depth, the ways in which I've tried and failed to overcome the physical lethargy that's dominated the past 3 years of my life.
But then Christmas came along, and I got a bunch of cool stuff. Things are looking up.
My family tends to settle on gift-giving themes every year. One year it's "off to college," when Santa brings your first cooking utensils and plastic dorm room accessories; the next it's "expectant parent," when you get "how-to" guides for the novice care-giver, adorable onesies and dude-friendly diaper bags. This year, Mr. Kringle provided me with some awesome tools to further my new-found fitness hobby.
Enter iPod Nano, and accompanying runner's armband from Nike. These are, by far, the coolest runner's gadgets imaginable. Even better, is that mine came pre-loaded with a bunch of music my brother uses to work out -- stuff I would never, ever have chosen myself.
I switched on my new toy as I plodded out the front door, and was immediately blasted with the angry rants of Rage Against the Machine. Within minutes, I was pumped up, rocking out, and kicking that sidewalk's sorry ass! When the singer's last scream fell silent, I was already losing my breath -- but as I slowed to compensate I got serenaded by the most club-tastic dance tunes I've heard since I tended bar in college. The thumping base pratically lifted my feet off the pavement, and I think I spent the next half mile with a smile on my face -- bouncing down the road like some candy-raver at an all night party.
As a side note, a gift I didn't get, but discovered while I was browsing around the internet, is the Nike+iPod Sport Kit. The device allows you insert a chip into your Nike shoes, which communicates with another chip in your iPod -- recording time and distance, and, in turn, playing the tracks you've pre-selected for certain parts of your workout. As in, when you hit mile five and have to dig deep for that extra something, the chip will tell your iPod to play your power track, cranking up the Rocky theme song (or whatever), as you pound through the pain down the final stretch. Awesome!
Attention runners of the world: crank up the jams. Running in silence sucks.