I am worthless.
I have no purpose, no “point.”
I’m training for a half-marathon on April 22. I realize this event could potentially thrust me into hating running forever, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.
From now until April 22, my goal for each Saturday is to run 15 continuous minutes longer than the previous week. Last weekend I aimed to hit the 90-minute mark, and I hit it dead-center like a stone to Goliath’s forehead. But the victory over my 90-minute goal soon turned into a subsequent catastrophic 90-minute wandering through the desert. read more . . .
Yesterday I ran 10 miles and almost perished in the process. I’ll elaborate on that fun tale in a future TMZ post coming soon to an Internet near you.
For now, I’ll just let y’all know that it’s official: I’m all signed up. read more . . .
I’m a closet Biggest Loser fan. I’m not ashamed to admit it; it’s just that in my fervor for reality giants like Survivor and The Amazing Race, two shows I regularly recap every Friday on The Fritz!, I never talk about The Biggest Loser. But ever since I started watching last season, I’ve grown to adore this show. These people.
I essentially wept through this season’s penultimate episode in which all the contestants — eliminated or not — competed in a grueling 26.2 mile race through the desert. read more . . .