
I was stressed out and feeling pretty negative since I was unable to lose any weight, work has gotten more frustrating than ever before, my family went to New York without me, and I had to come up with about 700 dollars in a week and a half.
Walking has become my favorite weapon. I have walked at least 2 miles almost everyday this past week. As the zombies of stress and negativity start to stumble towards me, I would get on the track and walk until I either felt better or my legs started to hurt. I also created a new game while walking/running on the track.
The game works like this: If there's another person on the track, they are a Zombie. They may not realize they are infected, but that doesn't matter. The goal is to not die, which is my number one rule for life(which has worked pretty good so far). You die if the zombie catches up to you. This works best when there is only one other person on the track, but as it goes with zombies, it is rarely that easy. If you can pass the zombie twice then they are cured, meaning they are no longer infected/not a threat if they catch up with you.
I came up with the game when I was bored and just walking while one elderly lady was the only other occupant of the track at the time. I was doing pretty well, she was speed walking, I was just walking at my regular 3 mile an hour pace until she got within 100 feet away from me when I would pick up the pace to almost a sprint until I felt safe or needed to slow down to catch my breath. I stopped to take a break after about 15 minutes and hid in the "safe room"(the lobby where you enter the track from the stairs). While I was resting for a few minutes another man entered the track. Level 2 had begun.
now that is a brilliant idea! confession: i often imagine that the i'm the doctor's companion and he's imprisoned somewhere and i've got to trek across have a continent to get to him. it works for me. =) sorry about the parentals going to the big apple sans you- i've had to skip vacations too and it's not fun. or, well, it can be (you haven't got to live with a 16-year-old stepsister). but anyway, keep up the good work, you can do it! hope to see you sometime next week.
ReplyDeleteooops. half a continent. sorry. 1.32 a.m.
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