Monday 20 August 2012

I got skillz....

Scene: Alex and I are sitting on our couches (I am perpendicular to him at the end of one couch, he is on another). I am eating chocolate chips.

Alex: Pass me the chocolate chips.

I motion to throw one to him.

Alex: Pass me the bag.

Me: We're going to do this the fun way.

Alex opens his mouth slightly. I toss, and it lands on the middle of the tip of his tongue. He didn't even have to move his head.


Clearly, I am awesome.

Not really. It was a total fluke. I have no aim.

But, still awesome.

Thursday 9 August 2012

Adventures in Jogging

Today I did something I haven't done in about 2 or 3 years. I went for a jog. I had the time for it, and given the fact that I've spent much of my summer on the couch, the jog was much needed. After picking out an outfit (because we all know looking cute is imperative for jogging), and creating a playlist on my iPhone (I prefer to think of it as the soundtrack to this awesome journey), I set out to jog to my heart's content.

I found a trail in my nieghbourhood that seemed nice. It ran behind some houses, so I wasn't too isolated, but there were plenty of trees and grass and plants I can't identify around to make it peaceful and nature-y (and not like I was running through a subdivision). 

I got to my trail, had a song I liked playing, and started to jog. I started slow, given that I'm not in the best shape right now. I was doing well, for about 10 seconds. Then I realized that my feet didn't seem to be hitting the pavement properly. I wasn't too surprised since I already know I don't walk properly (I put too much weight on my heels). I figured I'll figure this part out eventually.

About ten more seconds later I began to feel a pain in my throat. It's like the air was sharp and slicing its way down my trachea, through my bronchi and onward into my lungs. So I can't jog for more than 30 seconds without experiencing respiratory distress. That's not good.

I did jog a little more, but I mostly walked. I guess I've just got to keep trying, and perhaps with time I'll learn to jog. And breathe. And while I'm at it, I might as well learn to walk and stand properly too (because I dont do that properly either.)