Jogging #19: We Can Do It!

I ran for twenty minutes without stopping (at a constant speed of 4.5mph, pathetic yes, but I refuse to set myself up for autofail). I didn't think I could, and wasn't even sure that was what I was going to attempt. At 5 min, I thought I was too tired to even keep going for the lower-level routine. At 8, I thought, just push on a few minutes more to halfway, then a brief walk, then run the rest. At 12, I thought I could go on forever. And at 18, I thought it was getting awfully hot in here but why stop so close to the end?

Sheer cussedness had its part to play, as well as a certain...I think the way to phrase it is, an abjuration of the entirely too common waves of Fail currently at work in all aspects of the world around me. People abnegating responsibilities, both to themselves/their well-being and to others; can't-do attitudes, passive-aggression, locks into imaginary prisons of the psyche, blah blah blah, it goes on and on and if I can't do anything about anyone else's attitudes and states of mind then at least I can Not Be That.

Perhaps that's reading a bit much into a jogging session. But I felt a hell of a lot better within and about myself for having stuck to this and accomplished it.

Afterwards, some weights:
- 2 reps of 10 assisted dips at 115#. This was MUCH easier today, don't ask me why, and thus also:
- 1 rep of 10 assisted chin-ups, also at 115#. Much harder.
- 1.5 reps of 10 (heh) on a lateral something which strengthens the shoulder muscles. I figured it would do me no harm to extend a bit of love to my rotator cuffs, though they've recovered for all practical purposes--it's only some aikido holds that are telling me I am not what I was.
- 2 reps of 10 on the modified shoulder press, still at 2#.

Don't know about weight, as again at sweh's. Probably not too great, as I had black pudding and white pudding and other deliciously evil things last night. But now I find some of my work slacks are also getting loose, so it would seem that progress is ... progressing.

In Which I Am Rather Divided In Opinion

So, there is this movie Doomsday coming out, well, today actually. And the trailer makes it look like nothing more than a tarted-up British version of Escape From New York with a hot chick instead of Kurt Russell (not, to my mind, an improvement) and Bob Hoskins instead of Lee Van Cleef (that could be okay), where they have not even bothered to file off the serial numbers. So I would ordinarily give it a big honkin' miss.

Except! It's by Neil Marshall, who brought us Dog Soldiers and The Descent, both of which were astonishingly good, and if you haven't seen them get off your tuchus & do so at once. I don't know which way to jump on this one, I really don't.