Baby you were "Bored to Run"

You know when your really bored? I mean really really bored. So bored, Jersey Shore seems like a good show to watch. So bored you decide to clean your toilet. So bored you're willing to figure out how many words you can make using the 5 letters in the word bored (I got 28). So bored, you will read this blog.... you get the gist.

When I get bored, I tend to gravitate to a couple of things - surfing the net and doing puzzles. Web browsing is always easy, but it comes with a price. Somehow, I wind up getting tons of spam every day. You can tolerate getting only so many spam emails about "special" vitamins, sex websites, over-the counter drugs, or growing your penis by 3 inches before that gets stale. Besides, in my case, I would have 10 inches total, so why bother? Speaking of bored, people who measure their junk - now there is constructive use of their time.

I also love all kinds of puzzles - jigsaw, sudoku, kenken, crosswords. You name it, if I can solve it using a pencil and a shriveled up eraser, I'm usually in. I have even progressing to taking on the monster New York Times puzzles, which tend to use words I have never even heard of, let alone could fill into the grid. What is a 14 letter word for "Didactic book". What the heck does didactic mean? Sounds like something you might catch. Needless to say, I can only do so many puzzles.

So I need a new challenge. Something I know is outside my comfort zone. I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out what that should be. I'm pretty sure I have landed on a couple of ideas.

For starters, I hate running. With a passion! But for the past couple of years, I've been trying to run varying distances, only to run out of good weather, or to get tired, go home, eat a pile of candy and kill any momentum I have gained. I have a logbook which I have been updating telling me how often I ran and my distances and times, but the last month is sadly quite empty. I blame it on the fact I had to jump into a burning building to save multiple families and pets from sure disaster, fireman carrying each out of the flaming window to safety, severely injuring my ankles as I tripped through burning floorboards. OK, I actually got kicked playing soccer, but the burning house stuff sounds way better. Regardless, my ankle is starting to heal, so I will be back out there running very soon.

My ultimate goal is to run a marathon. I watched the Hawaii triathlon on TV as a kid, as these people ran through desert-like temperatures, and people were crossing the finish line sometimes entire days after the event had started. That will be me one day. But for progression, perhaps I will tackle a 5K run first. I know I can do it. I need my asthma puffer, my oxygen tank, my personal trainer with the handy Gatorade water bottle filling my dry palate, and my cool running shoes with the speedy stripe on the side. I'm there!

I'll save my other boredom challenge for later. In the meantime, I'll see you out there running. I'll be the one you pass. If you're a hot chick, I promise not to look at your butt.

By the way, a 14-letter word for didactic book is ecclesiasticus. I knew you knew that one.