While I was at the gym this morning, two major epiphanies hit me. Ka-ZOW! Ka-ZOW! (Yes, internet friends, that is the noise of the two epiphanies hitting me - don't worry, it didn't hurt) And since it's your lucky day, I'm going to share them with you! Applaud if you'd like.
Epiphany #1: Running is freaking hard. Okay, maybe if you're in shape, it's not so much. But as I am not someone that I would qualify as "in shape," I am going to go ahead and say it's hard. Today I ran for 14 minutes at 5.0 mph. Yes, I am fully aware that 14 minutes is not very long. But, it was hard. And today I tried something new: running without my iPod. Why? Because I use the songs as a type of countdown and it actually makes time pass slower - or so I think. So, I made it 4.5 minutes before I put my headphones in because two really obnoxious women got on the treadmills next to me and started talking loudly about some trashy "friend" of theirs who was pregnant again by a third baby daddy. I'm trying to get in the zone, ladies. You, are taking me out of it. Not cool. Anywho, once I put my headphones in and started listening to music, I was really struggling to finish my run. And then my subconscious kicked in and informed me that I couldn't do it. That I was fat and fat people don't run. That it wasn't worth it. That the 10k registration was a terrible idea. Gah. Damn subconscious. Does anyone else's head go straight to like the worst things ever? Well, I realized I was doing it (and by doing it, I mean I realized I was beating myself up). So, I stopped. I tried to think positive thoughts. Like what, you ask? Well, I told myself I could do it. That it was awesome that I was going to run 6.2 miles for fun. That running is freaking hard and that it's going to suck at the beginning. But last semester, I could run for 40 minutes straight without a problem and I can do it again if I want to. So that, my friends, was epiphany number one.
Epiphany #2: Going to the gym is terrifying...ish. After I was done running and spent 5 minutes cooling down (which was legit necessary), I did about half an hour on the elliptical. When I was choosing my elliptical, I saw a slightly overweight young man about my age on the elliptical as well. Except he seemed to be having trouble figuring out how to program the thing. First of all, this is no laughing matter: gym equipment is legit hard to figure out. How do you know what program you should follow? How much resistance should you add? What does that button do? Seriously, folks. It's complicated. Fortunately, I've had a few gym-competent people in my life show me how to use most of the equipment. Anyway, in my head, there was a string of thoughts going down. It went something like this: he probably needs help. You should help him. Then maybe you can ask him if he wants to work out with you and you can show him more equipment. Then maybe you can both lose weight and build muscle. And then maybe he will like you and see how cool you are. And then you can date someone! Then I simply chose an elliptical on the opposite side of him and let him figure it out. "Wait! What?" You ask. "This was your future husband!" Well, let me explain. I don't know if he would have wanted help. Sometimes it's embarrassing to know that people are watching you at the gym (like yesterday when I was doing triceps and had to stick out my ass and chest - it's the proper form! - and some old man literally stood there watching me). Also it's also embarrassing to admit to a total stranger that you don't know what you're doing. So, I didn't help. I don't even know if I regret it. But, I would love to have a non-med school friend to go to the gym with. Maybe next time? We'll see. I should start talking to people at the gym - it might make me want to go more. Ha. Doubt it. You could put cheesecake at the gym and I still probably wouldn't want to go.
Anywho, I spent the rest of the day studying immunology. That exam is tomorrow. So, that should be tons of fun. It's not too bad - I think I'll do just fine, but I'm burnt out for sure.
But, I have a little photographic gift for you! I mentioned that my new passport came on Saturday. Well, today my old one was returned to me (in the mail). So, let's compare the pictures! Keep in mind that I got my first passport when I was 13 or 14 and was going to go to Australia and New Zealand as part of a student ambassador program. This means I was in 8th grade when this photo was taken. In middle school, I already weighed over 200 pounds. I'm not sure if I weigh less now than I did then, but the photos make me think that I do. Anyway, here you go:
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| 8th grade (Sometime in the year 2000) |
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| December 2011 |
Remember, folks, you can't smile in a passport photo, so don't judge too harshly on that second one.
Anyway, today I also photographed every single thing I ate. Usually if I take a snack to school, I forget to take a picture, but today I did all my eating at home, so that wasn't an issue. I'm not sure why I think you'd be interested in this, but here it is regardless of your interest!
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| Brunch? It was 11 a.m. and I was starving after the gym |
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| Snack around 1 |
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| Out of its packaging |
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| Meal #2 at 3:00 p.m. |
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| Meal #2 included some yogurt |
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| I'm not sure why it's necessary to include the seeds... |
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| 4:00ish snack |
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| 6:45 dinner (it's some leftover pork from a while ago on a bagel since I don't have bread...) |
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| Dessert |
Anywho, it's back to the books for me. Blech.
Share some epiphanies with me if you're also procrastinating, please!