My last post was kind of brief, so I figured I'd add a little more. Life's been kind of sucky lately, but that happens. I'm mostly over pneumonia. I realized I was doing better than I thought on Sunday. I went to hang out with my oldest brother, who I never see or hang out with, at a bar to watch a soccer game, then the Saints game. I think I've only seen him drink one other time. We had a good time. After the game, we were hanging out outside and decided to fight on the median. It was lots of fun, then the bar owner told us to stop. 
He was supposed to be going to teach a self defense class at Occupy NOLA. Instead we drank and fought, while he gave me a few tips.
After doing so well on Sunday, I figured I should do alright at the gym, so I went tonight. I got there and there were to treadmills open, on each side of this really cute girl. Firstly, some girls seem to be full of themselves and think guys are only getting on the machine next to them because they're cute. Secondly, I had no idea how I would do. I thought I'd start running for 30 seconds and feel like dyeing and quitting. I was a little self-conscious because I didn't want to accidentally look at her and her feel like she was right and become even more full of herself and if I got on the treadmill, starting running, then had to stop, she would think I was trying to show off or something.
So I got on the treadmill, didn't glance at her. I started running, still a little nervous about having a coughing fit and not being able to breathe. I got to 0.3 miles and was doing alright. I was taking deep breathes, quit being as nervous, kicked up the speed, and ran a mile in 9 minutes, maybe less. Once I hit that mile, I hit the emergency stop, leaned against something, and was covered in sweat wheezing. By this time the cute girl moved on to something else, but I wouldn't have cared anyway. Doctor said I shouldn't be running until January. HA! I couldn't really do anything else for a little while after, but whatever. I'm awesome!
He was supposed to be going to teach a self defense class at Occupy NOLA. Instead we drank and fought, while he gave me a few tips.
After doing so well on Sunday, I figured I should do alright at the gym, so I went tonight. I got there and there were to treadmills open, on each side of this really cute girl. Firstly, some girls seem to be full of themselves and think guys are only getting on the machine next to them because they're cute. Secondly, I had no idea how I would do. I thought I'd start running for 30 seconds and feel like dyeing and quitting. I was a little self-conscious because I didn't want to accidentally look at her and her feel like she was right and become even more full of herself and if I got on the treadmill, starting running, then had to stop, she would think I was trying to show off or something.
So I got on the treadmill, didn't glance at her. I started running, still a little nervous about having a coughing fit and not being able to breathe. I got to 0.3 miles and was doing alright. I was taking deep breathes, quit being as nervous, kicked up the speed, and ran a mile in 9 minutes, maybe less. Once I hit that mile, I hit the emergency stop, leaned against something, and was covered in sweat wheezing. By this time the cute girl moved on to something else, but I wouldn't have cared anyway. Doctor said I shouldn't be running until January. HA! I couldn't really do anything else for a little while after, but whatever. I'm awesome!
But seriously - As a runner myself, I must tell you that you have to start slowly, and build upon your stamina - Don't try to impress anyone at this point - you'll only look like fool!