Thursday, February 25, 2010

Vomit, Coke, and Running

There is nothing quite like the feeling of trying to hold back vomit. But as I type this blog, I'm doing just that. I'm hoping that if I do need to spew (It's S.P.E.W. RON!) I can make it to the bathroom before I make it to the keyboard.

Basically, in an unfortunate turn of events, yesterday I went to the big special campus to do some big important stuff and I stopped by Taco Bell on the way out. I got my awesome Chicken Burrito ($1.08 at the window please), consumed it, went to class, came home, and slept. All was well until I woke up this morning feeling like sick. So now...I'm just trying to get over my hatred of throwing up in order to get past what I've come to believe is food poisoning. Will this stop me from going to Taco bell ever again? Absolutely not. I can't not afford to go to Taco Bell...plus it's good...well the first five bites are super good AND WORTH IT. Excuse me...

*pukes*

Anyway, let me tell you a story about Cocoa-Cola and running. Trust me I will get to my point. Basically, when I went to the University of Washington I had this awesome job at a newsstand. I got paid very well, had awesome hours, and the work was super easy. Plus, I got to stock stuff a lot...and I really like stocking. But that's beside the point. We sold newspapers (duh), candy, pencils, coffee, and lots of soda. We went through so many Coke products, I ended up breaking down a shit ton of cardboard boxes and bottle boxes. I always ended up amazed by how much we went through. It was then that I realized there were codes on the canned boxes and the bottle boxes. Codes for MyCokeRewards.com.

So like any good employee I asked my manager if I could steal the codes and he said basically that he didn't give a shit, and that I should stop bothering him with stupid questions.

So I signed up for an account and started entering in codes through text message at work. By the end of my year and a half end stint at UW, I had over 1,000 points. The next step was to pick out my "rewards". Since you have to have over 200,000 points to get anything cool, I picked out a coke sling bag, which can hold 2 canned cokes and keep them cool. Basically, it was a waste of time and texting points in for almost 2 years.

Then I found out I had 200 points left over. It turned out I could get a magazine subscription for a year. So I looked at my choices: Oprah, Better Home and Living, or Fitness. None of these interested me. So with no other good choices I picked Fitness. It's been over a year since I've done this...and I'm still receiving Fitness magazine for free. I have NO IDEA WHY. But every time I get it in the mail, I scan it over and in less than a minute, it ends up in the trash.


I Don't Make These Things Up

Anyway, lately I've been finding more and more people who go to the gym, run, workout, do weights, WHATEVER, etc. And I seriously just can't believe it. Do people really workout this much? Are there really people who get up early in the morning and go running, or take time out of their days to "hit the gym"? Am I really this sheltered and lazy from the exercising world?

I always thought it was some elaborate joke that people need to exercise 20 minutes at least 5 days a week. I mean 20 minutes isn't that bad. AT ALL. I could probably do that without whining (even though I'm super out of shape). The part that I always hated about working out/running was the work you had to do after. For girls especially, we have to wash our hair, blow dry it, re-apply make up, straighten it, etc. This seems like a huge pain in the ass to me. My 20 minute work out turns into a 2 hour workout.

Luckily I've been blessed with a small frame and a good metabolism. But, how much longer will this last? Should I start working out too? I certainly don't want to become one of SIXTY-SEVEN PERCENT of adults who are overweight. I mean...ahhhhh! And wouldn't it be nice to walk up a slight incline and not feel like I'm going to die from lack of oxygen for the first time since I quit playing soccer?

Basically, I've been thinking a lot more about starting to run in the mornings, or at LEAST once or twice a week. Or even go for a walk. I mean the most walking I do is to walk to my car in the morning. Okay...and I walk to class from my car...it takes like five minutes. That can't be nearly enough. Boot Camp Harvey would yell in my face.


That Would Make Me Uncomfortable.

The more I think about starting to exercise for internal health reasons...the more lazy I feel. I feel like this blog was a work out in itself. Now I feel like I deserve to go back to bed after working so hard.

*Stares at bed...*

-Holly