for the first time ever i ran with my i-pod, and must say that there is something to be said for embarrassingly bad music in your ears when you're trying to shed some excess weight. bring it on, britney! dj champion, rock on! you kissed a girl and you liked it, you say? hah! i ate a cake and i liked it and look at me now! i listened to the lyrics of pink's "sober" for the first time and thought that they had an interesting message, one i might have to consider in light of the caloric content of alcohol. all in all, metric's "collect call" now tops my list of good running tunes, followed closely by britney's "piece of me." good rhythm, that's all it is, people, good rhythm.
i came home, awkwardly took off my shoes, waddled to the kitchen, ate some of mr. monkey's spectacular baked beans (which, in case you missed it the first time, are fucking spectacular), and continued to waddle to whatever my destination happened to be. god, it hurts. or i guess it's more of a stilted wooden feeling. a sort of pain once removed by the stunned reaction of my neurons to the sudden influx of swift** forward movement. will this ever be fun?
*more galloping, really, since i decided to use a tactic that seemingly worked for a roman friend of mine, i.e. "i eat what i want and have been losing weight," a tactic whose failure has been as spectacular as it has been total, entire and unmitigated. le sigh.
**well, it's all relative. faster than walking, i suppose, but chariots of fire this ain't.