Day Three: I actually don't care...

Wow, day three of my social media hiatus (except of course this blog) and I don't actually care.

I had one moment of weakness today, when I got my hair done. I wanted to take a picture and post it for everyone to see and comment on how awesome it looks. Instead, however, I went to my sister's place and showed her. (She likes it.) I also posted some pics on here, although it doesn't really look much different...

I'm too tired for a long post tonight. I am going to crawl into my bed and fall asleep to the Golden Girls (as I do every night.) Perhaps tomorrow I will feel the burn of being out of the loop. Who knows.

Ta-ta friends.

I got my hair did.

The story of the Vancouver Tattoo Fiasco

Christina: "Hey, let's go for pedicures!"

Shelley: "No. I hate pedicures, they hurt."

At this point Shelley and Christina walk by

a tattoo shop on West Broadway and shelley suggests getting a tattoo.

Christina agrees, because she thinks that Shelley

is bluffing. They walk into the shop and Christina

picks out a tattoo of a 1940s puppy. (Betty Boop's

puppy as a matter of fact.) Jimmy, the artist, says that

the picture is ugly and looks for a better one on google.

Christina still thinks that Shelley is bluffing.

Christina is up first.

"This guy is going to be mad once Shelley admits

that she's bluffing," she thinks to herself.

Jimmy puts the outline on Christina's upper thigh

and tells her to look at it. She says no, it's fine.

She thinks that this is all a bluff and that she will

not go through with the tattoo. Jimmy asks

her again to look, reminding her that tattoos are

permanent. She declines again.

He then tells her to get on the table.

Christina still thinks that Jimmy is going to be mad

once the whole thing is called off. She has no intention

of getting a tattoo.

Christina (in her head): "Wow, he is going to be so mad."

Jimmy: "Okay, I am going to start now."

Christina: "Ummm...What?! Oh...Right...Ok..."

Buzzzzz....

Christina is now in what she describes as the worst pain

in her life. She doesn't hide her pain as Jimmy draws the

pudgy little puppy on her leg.

Christina (in her head): "Oh shit. I guess Shelley wasn't bluffing."

And there he is, a cute little thing. Only problem is that

Christina should have looked at the stencil outline before

Jimmy inked her; the cute little dog is on her upper left

thigh, ogling her crotch. Christina says she feels violated.

Shelley's turn!

Shelley: "This is so awesome. It doesn't even hurt!"

Shelley gets a monarch butterfly on her lower back. (And no,

it is not a tramp-stamp! It's off to the left side, and was

supposed to be lower...)

Shelley: "Awesome!"

(Note: Christina was in the back looking at a mirror at her

pervy little puppy. She complained for the next couple of days

about how painful this experience was.)

The End.

Day Two: Pfft, Piece of Cake!

Well, here we are at day two of my social media-free week, and I'm feelin' fine! At this point I am pure arrogance. "This isn't hard, I have a life. I could do this forever..." (This, my friends, is what mile two of a half marathon is like; adrenaline is high and the challenge is on. However, by mile 11 -- equivalent of day six for this challenge?! -- I am, and probably will be, pretty much defeated and just want to die.)

I hate that I am so addicted to Facebook and Twitter. It kinda shows what a "loser" I am. -- For the record I don't actually think that I am a loser, but do you notice that only the super cool people don't have Facebook accounts?! Yeah, the "super cools" are a foreign bunch; they're too busy being popular in real life, hanging out at places like Bar Italia or working out for ten hours a day at the gym or something like that. Or, if the "super cools" do have Facebook, they only check it like once a month because they are too busy doing real life stuff...Hmmmph. That's not me.)

Whatever.

My electronic friends like me. (Or at least tolerate me.) I get invited to all sorts of things (which I don't usually go to because I am too busy Facebooking.) Even when I don't go to things though I can still see all the pictures and comments from the event. I can essentially live vicariously through others from the comforts of my own home.

This is tragic, how did I become such a fiend?! Looking back at this post, I realize that I really do need an intervention. (Perhaps I should try to go for longer than a week hiatus?!)

I should compose a list of things that I need to accomplish before I allow myself back on that site. My apartment is in dire straights, and I really could use more cardio in my life. Also, I should get into the habit of reading more, and perhaps invest more time in forming real life friendships with people...

Heck, maybe I'll surprise someone this week and call them (as opposed to texting or messaging them) just to chat. It would be awkward as hell, but that's the kinda thing my generation used to do. -- Watch out friends, I suggest you all call screen me if you see my number pop up on your call display!

Back to the list; I think that I am going to make a "to do" list to accomplish. (Not tonight though because I want to carefully consider what is a reasonable list to make. I don't want to make some sort of crazy bucket-type list, only to fail at it, and I don't want to make my list so easy that I can achieve everything in five seconds...It needs to be reasonable and balanced.)

Ok. this post is all sorts of ADHD wonkiness. (I don't care though, everyone is too busy Facebooking and Twittering to read my blog anyways!)

Tomorrow, I'll post the list. I will also (hopefully) begin checking items off that list.

Ta-ta for now friends. I have a red hot date with the Golden Girls!

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.)

The Facebook/Twitter Challenge...

So my sister, Heather, challenged me to give up facebook and twitter for a week.

I accepted.

Starting now, I am going to attempt to refrain from using both Twitter and Facebook for the duration of one week. I am not sure my narcissism will allow me to do so, but I am going to try. (Expect a lot of blog posts and perhaps even emails. I will be blogging about my withdrawal symptoms and the utter darkness that is sure to transpire as a result of this challenge.)

Here we go.

Social Media OUTCAST!

Le kid.

The cause of pain.

I went to the physiotherapist today, and confirmed the cause of my knee pain.

Iliotibial Band Syndrom (ITB). -- It is apparently one of the more common running injuries according to my physiotherapist and various running websites.

I was diagnosed with the problem by my chiropractor awhile ago, but since I also had a diagnosis of tendinitis from another sports physician from the Pan Am Medical Clinic, I felt I needed another opinion to verify what the cause of my pain was. (Both the physiotherapist and chiropractor gave me the same diagnosis, so I am inclined to believe them.)

It sucks to have this injury, as I cannot train the way that I want to. However, I did get the green light to run until my knee begins to hurt, which means that I can get some running into my daily life.

I was told that my condition can be fixed, and that with proper care, I will be able to fulfil my bucket list entry of one day running a full marathon! (Hallelujah! I was nervous that my newborn running career was over...It broke my heart!)

Oh well, all is good. I will be back in the race in no time.

Update: So I went for a run last night, and it felt incredible!!

I heeded the advice of my physiotherapist, and took walking breaks, even though I didn't want to stop, and think that helped with my knee. (Although it also made it harder to start running again...)

I wore my old shoes, even though they've been through two races, because they are the most comfortable and I love them. As a result (of the old shoes and cheap socks) I got a blister. Still, a blister is better then stabbing knee pain! (I'm going to wear the old shoes again with my running socks and see if that makes a difference...)

Here's hoping I can keep this up!