reality tv...

So I'm in NYC on business. Long flight, stupidly long taxi ride (2 hours? really?), and then dinner meant it was suddenly 8:45. Since we've decided to shift our running schedule to a more realistic Sat-Sun for the long runs, Tuesday is a run day. But I was tired, it was dark, and I just didn't feel like it. In fact, I spoke to Wil and told him that I was just going to have a long shower and then go to bed.

So I had my shower and climbed into the very comfy bed, and started channel surfing. (This is why I don't watch TV... because I am completely fascinated by the tiny moving pictures...) On came "The Biggest Loser". It was near the end of the show, and they were at the weigh-in stage, and there was lots of crying and accusations and a surprising amount of glittery makeup. Someone lost 11 pounds and there was no cheering. Then there was more crying and voting. By the time they were at the voting stage, I was crying. These people I had never seen before, whose names I didn't know, were causing me to cry. (Yes, I'm a sap.)

Anyway, I watched the end of the show -- nice to see that the folks voted off the farm continued to lose weight -- and then got up, put on my running gear, and headed down to the gym. Reality TV made me cry, and then made me run.

5+42+5 = 5.01 miles. Felt okay, if a little footsore at the beginning.

PS: I never want to watch that show again. Ever.