Day One: The Social Media Slut Takes a Break.

Of course I look sad, I'm out of the social media loop.

Well here I am, my first day of being social media free. I'm lonely. (Okay, I am over exaggerating, but I am sure that before the night is through I will have stopped myself from logging on to my Facebook or Twitter account about a thousand times.)

I'm pretty sure that I am a Facebook junkie. A social media slut. A twitter whore! (I use these terms loosely, and extremely non-sexually by the way.) But yes, I am to social media websites what smokers are to their cigarettes...Addicted.

In all fairness though, how can I not be addicted to the sweet lure of instant popularity at my finger tips?! My inflated ego has never been validated so much as it is when I am being paid attention to on the internet.

Wow. That's sad. (But admit it, all you Facebook/Twitter junkies know exactly what I am talking about. You do. Don't lie.)

I guess I should be thankful that my sister didn't challenge me to give up the internet all together; I still have my beloved blog and my hotmail account. Oh, and let's not forget my favourite gossip blogs. (Shout out to you Michael K at DListed!) When that gets old I guess I will have no choice but to resort to some of my favourite TV shows. (In no particular order: The Golden Girls, Nancy Grace, CNN Headline News, Wife Swap, Super Nanny, Anything on TLC about strange people and those baby-makin Duggars!)

Oh, wait. I forgot. I guess I can also read and go outside, and clean my apartment and visit my friends...I can probably be semi-productive in this social media-free week as a matter of fact! -- Sometimes (ok, most times) I forget that once I enter my apartment I am not trapped in this third-floor disaster area like Rapunzel is in her tower... Hell, I can do whatever I want!!

Right now I am going to go for a run. I'm not sure what I'm going to do after that since I am now officially out of the loop.

Here we go. Day one of the challenge. It's on!

Update: Well I had a pretty crappy run tonight. My quad muscles started to hurt, and I opted just to bow out early. (I am "pre-training" at the moment -- building my endurance up for when my training sked officially begins on July 12 -- I can be lenient with myself for the time being, though it sucks.)