One Minute Writer Prompt:
Have you ever had 15 minutes of fame? If so, write about it. If not, would you like to?
Well, I’ve sort of had a bit of so-called fame when I was younger. While I was volunteering at one of the local hospitals as a teen, I had an opportunity to be on Good Morning, America and Good Morning, Florida. They were brief appearances, just a few seconds a piece, but it was definitely a fun and interesting experience that I probably won’t forget. More so, it was a neat perk of being a junior volunteer as a kid.
Just a quick update to say that I’m going to start blogging for one of the Asheville websites. This is a great opportunity and I’m excited about it. My postings there will consist of this and that relating to Western North Carolina. I will be updating my twitter account whenever I post a new blog for the website, so please make sure you are following me on twitter. I will most likely post more about it here again in the coming weeks.
One-Minute Writer Prompt:
Explain how you feel during a rain or snow storm.
Considering that I’ve never been through a snow storm (yet), I can only describe how I feel during a rain storm. Having lived in Florida most of my life, we get a lot of bad thunderstorms and tornado type weather. Most of these are pretty uneventful, but there’s always a few that can cause those little bumps to appear on your skin. Those really horrible storms are just that, horrible. Power tends to go out and you end up sitting in the dark awaiting the experience to pass by and just be over with. If it’s the summer, you could be sitting in the sweltering heat for hours. Not a good feeling in the slightest. You just hope it passes by quickly.
Today marked my first day of the third week of my C25k training. Week three consists of the five minute warm-up walk, then one interval of 90 seconds running followed by 90 seconds of walking, then a three minute running interval. This pattern then repeats once more before the final cool down walk.
The training started off pretty good, well less for the discomfort with my new running shoes that is. Right away, the new shoes felt heavy and bulky. It was a weird feeling to say the least. I think I must have started tensing up my legs because I started to have some shin pain during the rest of my workout despite my attempts to relax my body.
I pushed through the pain and discomfort and completed the workout, as I was not going to give up. It was just too bad that my new shoes didn’t get any more comfortable on my feet. Hopefully, this will improve in the coming days. Overall, it was a good workout despite the cold temperatures and uncomfy shoes.
Today was the Florida Hospital Lady Track Shack 5k race. The race itself began at 7:30am, so I had to get up at 5am to get ready and drive to the site of the event. Once I got there, I had to park about a quarter of a mile from the location. Once I walked up to race site, I quickly found my name on the board and checked in to get my number, d-chip and shirt.
Before I knew it, the race began. I decided to start the race with a jog. I jogged for about a minute and then went down to a fast walk. I spent most of the race speed walking, but did get up bursts of running here and there. I wanted to run more, but didn’t want to push myself too much since I’m still new to running.
Once I hit the two mile mark, the road split off. There were runners who were ahead of me were now passing by to my left. This was quite an inspirational sight to see, other women pushing themselves to get to that finish line. This really got me moving even more. I took off running and ran for as long as I could before slowing back down. After walking for another two or three minutes, I burst into another running interval. I was going to run as much as I could to the end.
I was back to my speed walking when I realized the finish line was in sight. My yearning to reach it took over and I ran. The end itself was probably about two minutes away, but I knew I could pull the strength from inside of me and do it. And, I did. I ran all the way to that finish line. I am proud to say that when I crossed that line, I was running. That felt better than anything I can accurately describe.
My final finishing time was 48 minutes and 18 seconds according to my D-chip. The race was never about beating anyone for me, just finishing it and knowing that I did the best that I could possibly do. I did this, so to me, this 5k was a great success and I am very happy I did it.
The 1930s were a neat decade. No, they weren’t easy times for a lot of folks, but there was definitely a good deal of creativity around. This is especially true for films of that time. I already consider myself a fan of old, classic movies, but I honestly haven’t seen a good deal of them. That is going to change though this year. I am planning on watching as many classic old films as I can this year.
The way I plan on doing this is by decade. This makes sense to me for two reasons. For one, it allows me to semi-organize my film viewing escapades, and secondly, it gives me a chance to see the evolution of the film from the 1930s onward. I believe this will really allow me to appreciate the movies even more. It’s a very “film school” line of thinking.
Here is just a partial list of the films of the 1930s I plan on watching:
2. City Lights
3. Modern Times
5. It Happened One Night
6. Trouble in Paradise
7. One Way Passage
9. Bringing up Baby
10. Angels with Dirty Faces
11. King Kong
12. Top Hat
13. The Thin Man
14. The Big House
15. I am a Fugitive From a Chain Gang
16. Night After Night
17. The Old Dark House
18. The Invisible Man
19. Morning Glory
20. Mr. Smith Goes to Washington
One-Minute Writer Prompt:
What hobby are others passionate about, that you can’t imagine wanting to do?
Stamp or coin collecting. While I can sort of see the attraction, I would find it far too monotonous and boring to do for my personal taste. I suppose it’s a good hobby for those who are obsessive compulsive, always wanting things in a certain order or what have you. That’s not to say that people who enjoy either hobby are obsessive compulsive, that is just my opinion or thinking on it. The hobby of collecting this or that is something I used to do with comic books. After a few years though, I got over it and decided while I love comics, the hobby itself required too much space and time, of which I had neither. I like to believe that anything you take on should be done fully and done right, so I now no longer collect anything really. Helps cut down on excess stuff in my home if nothing else.
So, this morning, after feeling as though I’ve recovered from the flu I went to the doctor for last Thursday, I decided to get back into my C25k training. Part of me had been itching to run for a couple of days now. Heck, I even thought about running on Saturday (thankfully, I didn’t, as my body was definitely not up for the task that day). Once I ate my breakfast this morning and rested up for about 30 minutes, I was off. It was a cool 58 degrees weather-wise, but it felt good. I did my initial five minute warm up walk and then the first running interval came. It wasn’t too bad. Yes, I found my body fighting me a bit at first, but it slowly but surely came through for me.
It wasn’t until the fourth running interval that a struggle arose. Right before, during the two minute walking portion, I caught a strong smell of smoke in the air. This really got to me. My left eye began to tear up and my nose ran. I did my best to wipe my eye and grabbed the tissue I had in my pouch to blow my nose. I was not going to give up. Before I knew it, it was time to run again. And, run I did. I ran and pushed through my teary eye and still running nose. No, it was most definitely not ideal conditions, but I kept telling myself that I was going to finish today’s training. I reminded myself that I was strong, and I could do it. And, I asked God to please help me gain the strength to make it through this workout.
With God’s strength and my own determination not to merely give up, I made it through the last running interval. Still bleary-eyed, I then began the five minute cool down walk. I was proud of myself and thanked God for being there by my side as I ran. You can do anything you put your mind to and with God’s help. All things are possible!
I LOVE the Back to the Future trilogy. In my mind, Back to the Future is one of the best movies of all time. It is my favorite movie, hands down. I have seen all three, but especially the original, part one more times than I can count on two hands. Each year, I watch the trilogy at least three times, more than likely it’s more times than that. Just popped in the dvd last night as a matter of fact.
There is no one like Michael J. Fox. He was born to play Marty McFly. While Eric Stotlz is an okay actor, the movie wouldn’t have been half of what it is with him in the role if the studio had kept him on as Marty. And, who doesn’t love the Doc? Christopher Lloyd is awesome as the Doc.
One-Minute Writer Prompt:
You have an opportunity to switch places for a day with a member of a group that is subject to discrimination, to understand them better. Who will you be, for a day?
A very timely and thought-provoking prompt. February is Black History Month and I’ve enjoyed educating myself about their history since I was about ten years-old. Here is my response to today’s prompt:
I would switch places with an African American. I’ve always had a deep respect for their history and wondered what it would be like to be a black woman living during the racial discrimination. While I know it would be a harsh thing to live through, I think it would aid in deepening the respect I already have for African Americans. My generation only knows that part of our past because of pictures and stories told to us by those that lived through that time. And, that’s not to say that it isn’t hard today at times, because sadly, there still are people out there that discriminate because of skin color or race. It is a horrible thing to do to another and I wish there weren’t people like that out there period. No one should judge someone or discriminate against another person because of their race. Each and every one of us should be seen for the individuals that we are.