totally agree, once you get going it can be really addicting, which rocks. You really should consider rock climbing, I think per capita it's one of the best workouts and it doesn't feel like working out at all. Huge thrill, not dangerous at all, addicting and as challenging as you want to make it. If you can find a gym, that's a nice safe place to start and you don't need to get on-rope either. Plus, there's no real ceiling to how good you can get. I got tired of running because even running daily and on weekends for distance, I wasn't really getting much faster, and running longer just takes more and more time.

Keep up the good work!

In reply to this comment by EDD:
Thanks - and great to hear about you too! I don't know much and I've seen even less of mountain climbing, but I gotta say, I'm starting to see the appeal and maybe one day I'll try my hand in it - for now and for at least a year yet I'll be primarily a runner/triathlete though. High five for us both turning turning our lives around! Don't you just love the addiction and the post-workout high? :

In reply to this comment by residue:
awesome story! I was in horrible shape long ago and got sick of it.. now I'm an avid rock climber and run a couple half marathons each year. I don't think I ever want to do the full...

In reply to this comment by EDD:
I'm going to work out and work out, and work on it, and keep pushing myself until I can do at least one.
Seriously.

Let me elaborate a bit. A year ago I was a complete couch potato. I couldn't jog for more than a kilometer, couldn't do more than 6 or 7 consecutive pushups - near-zero marks on a fitness scale, basically. That all changed this April, when I finally decided to get of my (fat) ass. I'd already started gradually changing my eating habits since year's end 2010, and in April I finally started working out. For half a year I've been allocating somewhere between an hour and two and a half practically each day for workouts; running almost every other day and in between - also every other day - did bodyweight exercises: started with these, built a routine around them, but recently substituted it for a weightlifting program in a gym. I've lost some 15 kg, I've done the 100 pushups program (yup, pretty much anyone can do it, and in less than six months, too), recently ran my first half-marathon (1:47, very proud of that time), and I'm aiming for 2 marathons (NYC among them, hopefully), a 70k ultra, and a long-course triathlon next year.

So because this is so inspiring to me, and because I want to be able to do what he does, and because I realize now that anyone who sets their mind to it and works towards it relentlessly can do it, let's *doublepromote

Thanks - and great to hear about you too! I don't know much and I've seen even less of mountain climbing, but I gotta say, I'm starting to see the appeal and maybe one day I'll try my hand in it - for now and for at least a year yet I'll be primarily a runner/triathlete though. High five for us both turning turning our lives around! Don't you just love the addiction and the post-workout high?

In reply to this comment by residue:
awesome story! I was in horrible shape long ago and got sick of it.. now I'm an avid rock climber and run a couple half marathons each year. I don't think I ever want to do the full...

In reply to this comment by EDD:
I'm going to work out and work out, and work on it, and keep pushing myself until I can do at least one.
Seriously.

Let me elaborate a bit. A year ago I was a complete couch potato. I couldn't jog for more than a kilometer, couldn't do more than 6 or 7 consecutive pushups - near-zero marks on a fitness scale, basically. That all changed this April, when I finally decided to get of my (fat) ass. I'd already started gradually changing my eating habits since year's end 2010, and in April I finally started working out. For half a year I've been allocating somewhere between an hour and two and a half practically each day for workouts; running almost every other day and in between - also every other day - did bodyweight exercises: started with these, built a routine around them, but recently substituted it for a weightlifting program in a gym. I've lost some 15 kg, I've done the 100 pushups program (yup, pretty much anyone can do it, and in less than six months, too), recently ran my first half-marathon (1:47, very proud of that time), and I'm aiming for 2 marathons (NYC among them, hopefully), a 70k ultra, and a long-course triathlon next year.

So because this is so inspiring to me, and because I want to be able to do what he does, and because I realize now that anyone who sets their mind to it and works towards it relentlessly can do it, let's *doublepromote

awesome story! I was in horrible shape long ago and got sick of it.. now I'm an avid rock climber and run a couple half marathons each year. I don't think I ever want to do the full...

In reply to this comment by EDD:
I'm going to work out and work out, and work on it, and keep pushing myself until I can do at least one.
Seriously.

Let me elaborate a bit. A year ago I was a complete couch potato. I couldn't jog for more than a kilometer, couldn't do more than 6 or 7 consecutive pushups - near-zero marks on a fitness scale, basically. That all changed this April, when I finally decided to get of my (fat) ass. I'd already started gradually changing my eating habits since year's end 2010, and in April I finally started working out. For half a year I've been allocating somewhere between an hour and two and a half practically each day for workouts; running almost every other day and in between - also every other day - did bodyweight exercises: started with these, built a routine around them, but recently substituted it for a weightlifting program in a gym. I've lost some 15 kg, I've done the 100 pushups program (yup, pretty much anyone can do it, and in less than six months, too), recently ran my first half-marathon (1:47, very proud of that time), and I'm aiming for 2 marathons (NYC among them, hopefully), a 70k ultra, and a long-course triathlon next year.

So because this is so inspiring to me, and because I want to be able to do what he does, and because I realize now that anyone who sets their mind to it and works towards it relentlessly can do it, let's *doublepromote

I'm going to work out and work out, and work on it, and keep pushing myself until I can do at least one.
Seriously.

Let me elaborate a bit. A year ago I was a complete couch potato. I couldn't jog for more than a kilometer, couldn't do more than 6 or 7 consecutive pushups - near-zero marks on a fitness scale, basically. That all changed this April, when I finally decided to get of my (fat) ass. I'd already started gradually changing my eating habits since year's end 2010, and in April I finally started working out. For half a year I've been allocating somewhere between an hour and two and a half practically each day for workouts; running almost every other day and in between - also every other day - did bodyweight exercises: started with these, built a routine around them, but recently substituted it for a weightlifting program in a gym. I've lost some 15 kg, I've done the 100 pushups program (yup, pretty much anyone can do it, and in less than six months, too), recently ran my first half-marathon (1:47, very proud of that time), and I'm aiming for 2 marathons (NYC among them, hopefully), a 70k ultra, and a long-course triathlon next year.

So because this is so inspiring to me, and because I want to be able to do what he does, and because I realize now that anyone who sets their mind to it and works towards it relentlessly can do it, let's *doublepromote

When I had a complete medical work-up (to qualify to transplant half of my liver into my daughter) in 2005, I had catscan which revealed an acceptably low fat liver. Her liver was completely destroyed at the time. I had spent the last 35 yrs eating whatver tf I wanted to... so it was a miracle.

Running lean is a really good idea. Think of how many fat-assed lions and tigers you see in National Geographic films... it's not natural.

I remember my mother waking me up and telling me that she thought terrorists had flown planes into the World Trade Center. Not having ever known a person from New York, or ever having gone there, and also because I had to go to work in a few hours, I just went back to bed. I remember thinking: "yeah, America was pretty overdue for a major terrorist attack."

Then when the towers fell, I got woken up again, but this time I stayed up because it seemed more interesting. I went to work and talked about it with people for the next few months but I always remember it as something I really couldn't have cared much about. I DID care about the bullshit war though.

Anyway, I always find myself surprised when I think back on it, because I wound up moving to NYC in 2006 and living there for almost four years.

After I got used to the city (I worked on 35th street) it was really strange to hear my co-workers talk about their own experiences. It really affected me more than it ever had before. I'd hear my boss say something like: "I got out of the station at Chambers (our previous office was a lot closer to the site) and everyone was just standing still."

That's really fucking creepy. If I ever got out of any station on Manhattan early on a Tuesday morning and everyone was just standing there, I probably would've shit myself. Once you get used to the way Manhattan streets are always buzzing with people all doing their own separate thing, that footage takes on a whole new meaning.

Two of my other co-workers wound up having to walk all the way home to the Bronx. It doesn't seem like it if you look at Google maps, but that's a long, long, long walk. Especially for a Yenta who takes cabs everywhere. I walk a lot, but when I thought about my two fat-assed (no offense girls) co-workers making that walk, I was pretty seriously moved. It must have been traumatizing for them. And I say that in all seriousness.

That's about as short as I can make my mushy "I saw the light" story of learning about how real 9/11 was for some people. I visited the Trade Canter site on two of the anniversaries when I lived there, and seeing all those people and their cards and flowers was very moving. Not to mention seeing the scale of the block involved and getting to know the area. (which is best seen if you walk around and then through the lobby of the World Financial Center to the west BTW) Standing there and looking up, having never seen the towers in person, it is dizzying trying to imagine what it must have looked like. I'm not sure that any news footage could ever convey what people who were there must have really seen.

I worked on the 13th (12A) floor of my building and that was scary enough sometimes.

>> ^dystopianfuturetoday:

Let's start a quality discussion.


lol... then after the vid cut, the big fat ugly pasty white guy broke the swingset with his fat ass

The ladies must be all over you.

>> ^ForgedReality:

>> ^MarineGunrock:
It's a good thing you have that marked as sarcastic, because you sure as fuck weren't just saying it to "help" someone. You give someone harsh criticism to help them in a friendly, reassuring way, not by making snide, rude remarks on the internet

>> ^ForgedReality:
>> ^MarineGunrock:
What's the difference between saying it to someone's face or over the internet? You DO know that person can (and has)read your nasty comments, right?>> ^ForgedReality:
>> ^MarineGunrock:
@ForgedReality: Are you sure that the only reason you're fine in society is because you're too much of a bitch so say stuff like this to a person's face?

I'm too compassionate to say that to a person's face. Get it right. I'm a really fucking nice guy! If that person were here in this room, I wouldn't say it to her face. But lord, almighty, you know she knows everyone in the room is thinking it, so it's really not necessary in the first place, now is it?


Honesty is the best policy.

Why spare someone's feelings when the truth stands a much greater chance of helping them in the long run?
It's like when your friend thinks they can draw really good artwork or make really good music. You let them show their talent and then realize they're really not that good, and it's actually kind of crappy, but you don't want to hurt their feelings so you praise them and tell them how great it is. Then they enter an art competition because they think they're so awesome because all their friends told them they were. Simon Cowell then tells them they suck and whoever told them they didn't was lying to them. Now they feel HORRIBLE because they just embarrassed themselves on national television, AND had their aspirations crushed AND they hate you for lying to them. GOOD GOIN, BUDDY!! You just ruined someone's life!
Wow you're a shitty person.


Okay let me rephrase my original message: "Sweetie, honey-bun, you're fucking huge, baby. And your fat rolls stink. Go on a fucking diet, because holy fucking shit you're pissing off the people on the bus because there's no motherfucking room to sit, and you and your kind are eating up the world's food supply while costing humanity millions in extra fuel for cars and planes to haul your fat ass from place to place, and I don't like seeing 800lb humans get out of a giant car taking up two handicapped spots that could have been used for normal people who know how to control their eating habits. So please, beautiful, drop the happy meal and eat a nice salad. I'll even make one for you, sweetie-bumpkins! "

>> ^MarineGunrock:

It's a good thing you have that marked as sarcastic, because you sure as fuck weren't just saying it to "help" someone. You give someone harsh criticism to help them in a friendly, reassuring way, not by making snide, rude remarks on the internet

>> ^ForgedReality:
>> ^MarineGunrock:
What's the difference between saying it to someone's face or over the internet? You DO know that person can (and has)read your nasty comments, right?>> ^ForgedReality:
>> ^MarineGunrock:
@ForgedReality: Are you sure that the only reason you're fine in society is because you're too much of a bitch so say stuff like this to a person's face?

I'm too compassionate to say that to a person's face. Get it right. I'm a really fucking nice guy! If that person were here in this room, I wouldn't say it to her face. But lord, almighty, you know she knows everyone in the room is thinking it, so it's really not necessary in the first place, now is it?


Honesty is the best policy.

Why spare someone's feelings when the truth stands a much greater chance of helping them in the long run?
It's like when your friend thinks they can draw really good artwork or make really good music. You let them show their talent and then realize they're really not that good, and it's actually kind of crappy, but you don't want to hurt their feelings so you praise them and tell them how great it is. Then they enter an art competition because they think they're so awesome because all their friends told them they were. Simon Cowell then tells them they suck and whoever told them they didn't was lying to them. Now they feel HORRIBLE because they just embarrassed themselves on national television, AND had their aspirations crushed AND they hate you for lying to them. GOOD GOIN, BUDDY!! You just ruined someone's life!
Wow you're a shitty person.


Okay let me rephrase my original message: "Sweetie, honey-bun, you're fucking huge, baby. And your fat rolls stink. Go on a fucking diet, because holy fucking shit you're pissing off the people on the bus because there's no motherfucking room to sit, and you and your kind are eating up the world's food supply while costing humanity millions in extra fuel for cars and planes to haul your fat ass from place to place, and I don't like seeing 800lb humans get out of a giant car taking up two handicapped spots that could have been used for normal people who know how to control their eating habits. So please, beautiful, drop the happy meal and eat a nice salad. I'll even make one for you, sweetie-bumpkins! "

It's not a joke, it is her using her sexuality to win your approval and attention. It is cheap and disgusting. She is tempting you with lust and enjoying every moment of it. Your profile pic seems to indicate it wasn't a very hard sell either.

>> ^MarineGunrock:
Neither did UP. It's called a fucking "joke" - no where in that video was she trying to be sexy.>> ^ForgedReality:
>> ^MarineGunrock:
Yeah, well if a seventh burger makes you a normal person capable of success societal interaction, then I suggest you go to Wendy's.>> ^ForgedReality:
>> ^peggedbea:
why.
are.
you.
such.
an.
asinine.
prick?!?
>> ^ForgedReality:
WHY.
ARE.
YOU.
SO.
FAT!?


Probably.
Because.
I.
Didn't.
Pick.< BR>Up.
That.
Seventh.
Hamburger.


I'm perfectly functional in society, I'll have you know. I also don't go posting attention-whoring videos of my fat ass on the internet in an attempt to gain favor with my fellow humans because I don't get enough attention from the ones that I actually know.

>> ^MarineGunrock:

Neither did UP. It's called a fucking "joke" - no where in that video was she trying to be sexy.>> ^ForgedReality:
>> ^MarineGunrock:
Yeah, well if a seventh burger makes you a normal person capable of success societal interaction, then I suggest you go to Wendy's.>> ^ForgedReality:
>> ^peggedbea:
why.
are.
you.
such.
an.
asinine.
prick?!?
>> ^ForgedReality:
WHY.
ARE.
YOU.
SO.
FAT!?


Probably.
Because.
I.
Didn't.
Pick.
Up.
That.
Seventh.
Hamburger.


I'm perfectly functional in society, I'll have you know. I also don't go posting attention-whoring videos of my fat ass on the internet in an attempt to gain favor with my fellow humans because I don't get enough attention from the ones that I actually know.


Maybe I missed it. Could you show me where I said the word "sexy?"

Neither did UP. It's called a fucking "joke" - no where in that video was she trying to be sexy.>> ^ForgedReality:

>> ^MarineGunrock:
Yeah, well if a seventh burger makes you a normal person capable of success societal interaction, then I suggest you go to Wendy's.>> ^ForgedReality:
>> ^peggedbea:
why.
are.
you.
such.
an.
asinine.
prick?!?
>> ^ForgedReality:
WHY.
ARE.
YOU.
SO.
FAT!?


Probably.
Because.
I.
Didn't.
Pick.
Up.
That.
Seventh.
Hamburger.


I'm perfectly functional in society, I'll have you know. I also don't go posting attention-whoring videos of my fat ass on the internet in an attempt to gain favor with my fellow humans because I don't get enough attention from the ones that I actually know.

>> ^MarineGunrock:

Yeah, well if a seventh burger makes you a normal person capable of success societal interaction, then I suggest you go to Wendy's.>> ^ForgedReality:
>> ^peggedbea:
why.
are.
you.
such.
an.
asinine.
prick?!?
>> ^ForgedReality:
WHY.
ARE.
YOU.
SO.
FAT!?


Probably.
Because.
I.
Didn't.
Pick.
Up.
That.
Seventh.
Hamburger.



I'm perfectly functional in society, I'll have you know. I also don't go posting attention-whoring videos of my fat ass on the internet in an attempt to gain favor with my fellow humans because I don't get enough attention from the ones that I actually know.

>> ^quantumushroom:

As long as he doesn't burn millions of taxpayer dollars for fat-assed vacations on Soul Plane 1, go robo!


Did you watch the video about his practice... Fail-troll.

1/10

>> ^quantumushroom:

As long as he doesn't burn millions of taxpayer dollars for fat-assed vacations on Soul Plane 1, go robo!


You vile racist hack.

Clearly with your short attention span, you've forgotten that Bush II spent more vacation time than any other president, or burned through our biggest budget surplus with his corporate welfare programs and handouts to the rich. Clearing brush on his ranch in Crawford, TX, was a greater priority to him than bringing to justice the man responsible for thousands of US deaths and probably securing his second term.

So screw you, you morally-bankrupt retard. No, it's an insult to the mentally challenged to liken them to you - you have no excuse as to why you don't use all your brain. You're going on /ignore, and no amount of private pleading will help your case this time.