Couldn't Have Said It Better Myself

Dreams

I have always maintained that I don't like musicals. Something about the way that characters spontanously burst into song really irks me, like when I've got a hair stuck inside my shirt that is tickling me but I just CAN'T FIND IT. But last night I dreamed that I was driving our new car on the highway when I hit a patch of ice and started to spin tilt-a-whirl style down the roadway. And what was going through my head during those last few moments was not how much I would miss my dog or my regrets about missed opportunities or even a slideshow of my happiest memories, but instead the voice of Julie Andrews singing, "Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down..." And then I thought, if Mary Poppins is the soundtrack of my death, perhaps I should reconsider my stance on musicals.

While Watching the Food Network

James: Who is this Julia Child person?

Me: Um, only the most famous chef ever.

James: Oh. Never heard of him.

Somebody's Birthday

It's somebody's birthday! And somebody's wife ordered a mini strawberries and cream cake from me. Somebody hasn't picked up the cake yet, but you get a special sneak preview. Aren't you special??

I made two of these mini cakes because it's actually easier than halving my normal cake recipe. In an auspicious twist of fate, my neighbor realized this morning that she had forgotten her mother's birthday today, but her mom will be none the wiser when presented with the extra cake! Don't you just love happy coincidences?

Snuggly Things

Last night was girls' craft night at our house, and what a fun project we picked! Using a coat hanger and some thrift store wool sweaters (which we felted in the washing machine, producing gargantuan fuzz balls, I might add), we made recycled sweater holiday wreaths. Though James initially volunteered to help us cut up the sweaters into neat little squares, it only took a couple of beers before he got bored and complained that his delicate hands were sore from all the hard work. So the girls muscled up and finished the job. Isn't that always the way??

The most impressive part of this project is that, though we were tempted, we entirely avoided the use of the hot glue gun and instead SEWED the holly leaves and hanger covers from sweater scraps and buttons. Sewed by hand. Threaded needles, even. We are awesome, it's true. Here is a picture of my wreath hanging on our red front door. Tres cute, no?

In other news, we're not sure if it's the suddenly cold weather or a natural winter nesting instinct, but Disco's snuggling habits have reached a new all-time high. What was once merely gratuitous nuzzling has now become downright shamless cuddle demanding. Like, for example, when James was lounging on the sofa and Disco decided that, if he wouldn't snuggle her, by god, she was going to snuggle him.

Who needs a toque when you've got a furry creature on your head?? Like I said, shameless.

Holding Strong

How long has it been since you last watched television? James and I are on day three of a self-imposed TV-Free Week, and though James admits to jonesing for an episode of Heroes, we are holding strong. Our reason for ditching the tube, if only temporarily? Well, it had become ubiquitous, ever-present, sometimes switched on only for white noise or as a light source, and often over-used as a tool for winding down after a hard day at work. I've gotta say that, if you're able to use it in moderation, the tube is certainly not the most insidious of vices. But for us it had become like hideous floral wallpaper that we couldn't even see anymore because our eyes had grown so weary from the constant visual assault. We had to turn it off. We had to take a break. And what we've realized is that, with the box unplugged, it's no longer possible to make it through an entire day saying ten or fewer words to one another. We interact. We talk. And what do you know -- we like it!

What Better Motivation then a Marathon?

Ironman has come and gone and the past 3 months have been filled with TV, potato chips and some world class weight gain (almost 30 pounds to be exact!). As big as a life accomplishment that Ironman was it left a really bitter taste in my mouth. As the day got closer I resented the training more and more. I hated the weekends I had to spend on the bike rather then the beach, I hated the constant pain that injury brought and I hated that I was beginning to hate exercise all together. Looking back in our blog we both seemed to be so sick of everything triathlon related we didn't even make a post about finishing Ironman. We both finished with a smile on our faces if you are wondering.

After Ironman I made some attempts to get back into the swing of things but I was just kidding myself. Every time that I thought about exercise I couldn't help but have a flood of negative thoughts come pouring into my mind. So I continued to sit there on the couch in front of the TV letting my waist line get bigger and bigger. I decided that what I need is to ditch the negative emotions that exercise stir up and bring back that amazing feeling of runners high into my life. I need to make working out fun again.

Running was always my favorite. There is something magical about the simplicity of it all. All you need is a pair of shoes and the will to get out the door. So I have decided that 2008 will be a year of running for me. I don't particularly like swimming so I'm just not going to do it for a while. I enjoy biking but every time I think about getting on the bike I'm reminded of the long terrible 8 hour rides of last summer. Next summer I'm going to focus on what I love to do and just leave out the bad stuff. I'll swim when it sounds like fun and not because I have a race looming and I'll get in a long ride when the sun is shining and I can take my time. I need this to be fun again because I don't like where this path on the couch is taking me.

So knowing that running is where I want to focus my time and needing a little extra push to get out the door I've decided to sign up for the Vancouver Marathon on May 4th. I'm actually quite excited. I'm ditching all the time goals for now and I'm just going to run and have a fun race. If all goes well I might get a little more serious and train for the Victoria Marathon in October, but really I have lots of time to figure that out. For now it's time to reverse the weight gain, get my shoes back on my feet and get my ass out the door!

Amen to that!

Might Should Bundle Up

You see that white stuff on the hill outside my window? That's ice. I am not happy about that ice. Now I know that some of you Texans are buried in a wet layer of unseasonable snow and are stumbling through all the curious white stuff in your obligatory Thanksgiving-elasticized-for-eating shorts, utterly bewildered and concerned about the fate of the impending football game, but answer me this: are YOU riding a scooter to work today? Didn't think so.

Makeover

Thanks to a slow Friday, our blog has a new look! You like??

Shaken, Not Stirred

Tonight I discovered that, in the book Casino Royale, there is a recipe for James Bond's favorite Vespa martini. Oh, dear Internet, how did we ever live without you?

Vespa Martini
3 parts Gordon's gin
1 part Russian vodka
1/2 measure of Kina Lillet apertif

Shake, shake, shake until ice cold and serve with a slice of lemon. And next time someone asks you if you would like vodka or gin in your martini, take yours 007 style. But please, don't drink and scoot.

Meet Martini

I've gotten good at sharing. Now, those of you who knew me as a child may be opening your mouths in protest, but before you remind me what a brat I used to be, consider this: I have spent the past ten years of my life living in small spaces (dormitories, cheap apartments, starter condos) and, except for a few brief months of solitude, I have always shared my tiny living space with at least one other person. In such close quarters, even the brattiest of us will eventually give in and learn to share, and I'm proud to say that is exactly what I have done (though my very first roommate probably deserves a gold star for her patience).

It should come as no surprise, then, when I say that James and I are very good at sharing one vehicle. And why shouldn't we be? We live in a small city where it's faster to bike to work than to drive. Our condo is mere blocks from downtown, so walking to meet friends for brunch is a no-brainer. We only own one space in our condo building's underground parking garage, so even if we wanted another car we'd have no place to park it. Like most other things in our life, our car has been shared and shared alike. And we like it that way.

Recently, though, our master plan hit a snag. James is required to have our car at his office all day so that he can zip off to a meeting at a moment's notice. But as I have gotten busier both at work and at home, I too have needed to zip, often at times that conflict with James' work schedule and transportation needs. When our schedules clashed yet again this week and both of our workdays screeched to a grinding halt, we decided we needed a better solution: meet Martini, my brand-spanking-new Vespa motor scooter.

As you can see, Martini is white with a tan seat and shiny chrome trim. Though she is a 2006 model, she was built out of the crate especially for me, and all 60 kilometers on her odometer have been ridden by me (and James, and the scooter shop test drive guy). Her 50cc engine gets me up to a top speed of about 65 km/h (~40 mph), which is just fine for my daily commute on residential roads. When I park Martini, I can store my matching helmet under the seat, and I can easily carry a couple bags of groceries thanks to a nifty little bag hook that pops out of the front of the seat. Martini's gas tank holds about 8 liters of premium unleaded, which costs me a whopping $10, and her gas mileage is ridiculously great. In fact, when I picked up Martini from the Vespa dealer, they gave me a $150 gas card, which they say will easily get me through a year's worth of riding. And one of her best features is that she fits snugly into our underground parking spot alongside our regular car.

Now, I know what you're thinking: isn't it a little cold in Canada to be buying a scooter this time of year?? YES! It most certainly is cold for scooting, but that, my friends, is why Martini was such a great deal. In fact, the price we paid for a new Vespa at this time of year is less than the price we saw advertised for used ones in the spring. So if I look a little chilly, I am. But I can buy lots and lots of mittens and thermal underwear with all the money we saved.

Besides admiring Martini's cuteness and functionality, I have been taking full advantage of my newfound freedom. Yesterday, instead of packing my lunch, I hopped on Martini at lunchtime and scooted along the ocean (brrrr!!!) to Fisherman's Wharf. In the summer, this place is teeming with tourists, but it's much quieter and nicer this time of year. I parked Martini and, after chatting with all of her admirers, warmed up with a steamy bowl of vegetarian chili. Then I walked around the wharf for a while until I spotted three harbor seals splashing around by the fresh fish stand. After chatting with the fishmonger, I learned that these three seals always hang out right next to his fish stand, waiting for the tourists to feed them. To demonstrate how tame they have become, he handed me a stinky bowl of salmon scraps and invited me to play with them and let them eat out of my hands. So, here is one of the seals doing a trick (spinning in circles) for a treat:

And here is another curious seal checking me out from underwater:

And here is another seal (who is apparently blind in one eye) coming up closer to say hello:

In addition to solving our transportation problem, Martini is an absolute blast to drive. Everywhere I go people smile, wave, and toot their horns at me. There aren't too many Vespas around town, so people seem excited to see one scooting by. And why shouldn't they be? Though it's possible that I'm slightly biased, I think Martini is the cutest little scooter in town.

Happy Birthday, Disco!

Yesterday was Disco's second birthday, and though we didn't do too much to celebrate, I think she had a good day. It started with an extra-long snuggle when she first woke up, followed by a leisurely walk where she was allowed to sniff anything and everything she wanted. She also jumped in a lot of mud puddles! On the way back home, we stopped by a friend's house to visit, and Disco had a great time playing and tearing all around her house. Then Disco took a long nap, then she ate a lot of treats, then we played with her toys, and then it was back for another snooze in the pile of dirty laundry that has accumulated in our bedroom. (It's been a busy week, people!) Later that evening, we made a big bowl of Disco's favorite food -- popcorn -- of which she ate an incredible amount. And although she was stinky, we even waited an extra day to give her a bath just so she could have a perfect day free from the annoyances of personal doggie hygeine. If you missed Disco's birthday, never fear. She is still accepting gifts, belly rubs, head scratches, treats, and all around birthday love.

A Word to the Wise

When one cohabitates with a tiny mischief-maker, one should take care to ensure that all delicate personal items have been stored safely away before going out, lest said mischief-maker tear said personal itmes to shreds when left home alone.

On a completely different subject, when one eats alarmingly bright Red Velvet Cupcakes, one should not be surprised when one's poo adopts said hue. (I don't have pictures...you'll have to use your imagination for this one.)

Big Brother Is Eating Cupcakes

Hi everybody! I know, I know, we have a lot to catch up on. And we will, in due time. But for now, I wanted to post some pictures from my latest cupcake job. A manager at the Forest Ministry saw my cupcakes reviewed in The Victoria Vegan and decided to order some for a staff meeting. Unlike other people I've worked with, he did not care at all what flavour the cupcakes were or what they looked like -- he left it entirely up to me. So, here's what I made:


Coffee Break cupcakes: spiced cappuccino cake filled with espresso pastry cream and topped with vanilla buttercream. Finished with a home-baked sprinkle donut on top.



PB&J cupcakes: peanut butter cake filled with preserved raspberries and topped with peanut buttercream. Finished with a fresh, organic raspberry on top.

Boston Cream Pie cupcakes: golden vanilla cake filled with Madagascar vanilla pastry cream and topped with dark chocolate ganache.

And here are some of the cupcakes lined up all nicely in their boxes:

And here are the cupcakes tucked safely inside their boxes, ready to be delivered (note the plethora of kitchen gadgets stored down below):


And finally, a blurry closeup of my signature labels, which I use to seal my cake boxes:


So, if anyone out there needs cupcakes, you just let me know.

Nesting

Even though it's the middle of summer and has been as hot as it gets around Victoria, Disco's new favorite thing is squeezing into nooks and crannies between pillows and swaddling herself in blankets. James and I can hardly stand to wear clothes at all and wish we could crawl inside the freezer, while Disco settles down for a nap as if preparing for winter hibernation. I have no idea how she avoids overheating. Must be some kind of small dog super power.

Holy Moly!

Ironman is officially one month away. Is anyone else as terrified as I am???

Feeling Groovy

Hi, folks! You may not know this because we haven't been blogging lately, but I think I speak for both of us when I say that we appear to have finally drifted out of our training slump. For the past couple of months, James and I have both been tired. And frustrated with nagging issues like nutrition and injuries. And just getting tired of training in general. And just ready to get this whole Ironman thing over with. I was definitely in a bigger funk than James, but we were both feeling it.

But, two weekends ago, we went to Penticton with our coach and our training group to train on the Ironman course, and boy howdy did that give us a boost! (See, I'm bringing out the twang for our Texas readers.) Being there, on the course, surrounded by fellow triathletes made it all seem very real and brought the end into sight. It also made me incredibly nervous because James and I both had nutrition issues on the bike and ended up in the ER, but at least we knew what the problems were and still had some time to fix them.

So, upon our return to Victoria, I decided to consult a naturopath to help me with my Ironman nutrition struggles, and I wish I had done it a long time ago. She is already helping me so much! And with things I didn't even know were a problem.

Example: throughout my Ironman training, I have struggled with food, and not just during workouts. I'll eat what seems like a normal amount of quality food for breakfast, and lunch, but instead of dinner, all I want to eat is cookies. Or a Slurpee. Or those awesome baked Kettle chips. Or some other crappy junk food. Or all of the above. In my pre-Ironman life, I rarely ate crappy food and never really struggled with weird cravings for it.

Enter FitDay, a calorie calculator which I knew about already but wasn't using because I thought it was unrelated to my bike nutrition issues. My naturopath told me I should be eating about 3000 (I think this includes training foods) calories per day and gave me guidelines for percentages of carbs, protein, and fat to shoot for. And she wants me to track all my food on FitDay for a while so I get a feel for how much to eat. So yesterday, I ate what felt like A LOT of food throughout the day (way more than normal), but even including my on-bike food, I was still under 1700 calories for the day. A far cry from 3000, no? But even with just 1700, I felt stuffed all day and didn't even want an after dinner snack of fruit. And lately I have been eating a lot less, especially for breakfast and lunch because I just haven't felt like eating. So perhaps this is why I come home ravenous and turn into a cookie monster and then feel bad about it later? Maybe I just needed more real food earlier in the day. Why did I not do this months ago??

I gotta say, my list of "things to do differently for my next Ironman" is getting longer and longer...

I Love My Dog!

She is the cutest creature ever! Don't believe me? See for yourself.

Panorama Classic Triathlon

This weekend, James and I raced our first triathlon of the season: the Panorama Classic Triathlon. This local, sprint distance race has a special place in my heart because it was my first ever triathlon. Also, because it is the goal race for all the first-timers in our triathlon club, it is always full of our friends who we get to see out on the course.

James and I were both really looking forward to doing this race again this year and comparing our performances from last year to see how far we've come. However, the race organizers dramatically changed the course this year, which makes it very hard to compare. The race course distances this year were a 500m pool swim, a 32 km bike, and an 8 km run. In any case, it was a beautiful day for a race (unlike last year!) and we both had a great time. Here are some stats:

James

Total Time: 1:37:00

Age Group Rank: 2/5

Overall Rank: 13/202

Average Swimming Pace: 1:39 min/100m

Average Cycling Pace: 34.53 km/hr (21.46 mi/hr)

Average Running Pace: 4:21 min/km (6:59 min/mi)

Click HERE to read James' full race report.

Kristi
Total Time: 2:08:22
Age Group Rank: 5/7

Overall Rank: 140/202
Average Swimming Pace: 2:07 min/100m
Average Cycling Pace: 28.72 km/hr (17.85 mi/hr)
Average Running Pace: 5:40 min/km (9:07 min/mi)

Click HERE to read Kristi's full race report.

Asleep on the Job?

So, this afternoon I was looking through some of our wedding photos, trying to find the right picture for a project I'm working on, and what did I find but a picture of what looks like my father snoozing during our wedding ceremony! Take a close look and decide for yourself: was Dad just caught on camera mid-blink, or is he pretending to look dignified while visions of margaritas dance through his head?

A Change of Scenery

Yesterday, I had the absolute pleasure of heading up to Shawnigan Lake to run the trails with my good friend Aynsley who lives there. Shawnigan Lake and its eponymous village are located about 45 kilometers north of Victoria and the lake is a favorite weekend and cottage spot for Victoria locals. What was once a railroad track around the lake has long since been covered over with gravel and turned into a most excellent pedestrian trail. The trail is mostly flat, very wide, and impeccably maintained and is part of a cross-country network of trails known as the Trans-Canada Trail. Its only apparent downfall is its propensity to attract wildlife, which necessitates the wearing of a "bear bell" or the company of a dog or some other noise-making entity to warn lurking creatures of your approach. (See example below.)

Our two hour run led us to the Kinsol Trestle, which is said to be one of the largest wooden trestles in Canada. Largely dilapidated and currently unpassable, the future of the Kinsol Trestle is a hotly debated topic in these parts. On one hand, the aging structure is quite unstable and, in its current state, presents a safety hazard for hikers who disobey the posted warnings. On the other hand, it is a bit of a relic and stands as a beautiful reminder of BC's heritage. Just think: how tragic would it be if the Egyptians had destroyed every run-down pyramid, if the French had torched every decaying aqueduct, if the Vatican had simply painted over Michaelangelo's ceiling when it started to lose its luster? Shouldn't we leave our grandchildren at least a few monuments to read about in guidebooks and then make the journey to see with their very own eyes?

Having finished our run, we soaked our tired legs in chilly Shawnigan Lake while we shared a ripe mango and tried to avoid getting wet above our belly buttons. After a hot shower, a delicious dinner, and a leisurely chat that kept us both up past our bedtimes, I bit the bullet and started the drive around the lake and back down the mountain to Victoria. As I traversed the long and winding road in the darkness, I was shocked to realize that, when I looked into my rear-view mirror, I saw nothing. No tail lights of a trailing car, no street lamps illuminating my path, just the complete and utter black of a quiet country night. And for the first time in a long time, I felt truly alone. Twenty-four hours later, however, all I feel is sore!

Easter Treat

A few weeks ago, over Easter long weekend, James and I grabbed some friends and made the trek to South Winchelsea Island (SWI). The island is owned by The Land Conservancy (TLC), a nonprofit British Columbia Land Trust. Some of the friends who joined us on the island work for TLC, and so were able to get us a great deal at what is usually a rather expensive eco-tourist destination.

SWI is a 25-acre island north of Nanaimo, just off the east coast of Vancouver Island. To get there, we drove from Victoria to Nanaimo, then hopped in a fishing boat at Schooner's Cove Marina and took the 15-minute boat ride out to the island. On the island is a dock, a small research cottage, a few outbuildings, and one small trail. In short: there's not a lot to do. Except admire the endangered Garry-Oak ecosystem, watch eagles catch and eat their breakfast, fall asleep and wake up to the incessant bays of sea lions sunning on neighboring islands, explore countless tidepools, and spend lots of quality time with your closest friends. It was a huge bonus to have our very own TLC biologist (and friend) with us to teach us all about the interesting plant and animal species on the island.


We had packed tons of food and what we thought was more than enough wine, but by the end of our second day on the island we had nearly exhausted our supply of libations. We put in an "emergency" call to our boat captain and asked him to please pick us up some more wine in Nanoose Bay and deliver it when he brought over extra firewood on Easter Sunday. What we didn't realize, however, is that all of the stores in this small town would be closed for Easter, including of course the liquor store. Imagine our surprise when he showed up with firewood and an eclectic supply of bottles (beer and wine) donated by the townspeople, lest we be stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere dead sober all weekend. We were overcome by the outpouring of generostiy, but the captain refused to take money back with him to repay our debts, accepting only some Easter chocolates (from our Easter egg hunt) as a token of our appreciation.

After a restful, fun weekend, we boarded the fishing boat back to Schooner's Cove for a quick return trip. Unexpectedly, however, we came across a pod of transient killer whales, and watched a mother and two calves hunt and kill seals. It was at once disturbing and fascinating, and it felt a lot like being inside a Discovery Channel show. Several more curious whales came to say hello, and eventually we had to say goodbye to them and head back to Nanoose Bay to start our journey home. We were all so enthralled by the marine wildlife that no one thought to take photos of our surprise whale watching expedition, but you can click HERE to see some more pictures of our weekend on SWI.

This Old Blog

Hello, folks! Though life has been exceptionally busy over the past few months, we thought it was high time we blew the dust off this ol' blog, cleared out the cobwebs, and posted a quick update. What has been keeping us way too busy to blog? Training, of course! We promise we'll try to post more regularly throughout the summer as training (and life in general) gets more interesting.

James and I are well into the "build" phase of our Ironman training, where we ramp up the distance in each sport until we reach (or surpass, yikes!) the actual race distances. We've been seeking out new and interesting bike routes and are starting to mentally prepare ourselves for the first icy cold swim in Thetis Lake. The weather in Victoria has just started to improve, which has brought locals and tourists alike out of hibernation and into the downtown streets. The great farmers' markets will be starting up again soon, and every Saturday we'll be able to fill our bags with local organic produce and our bellies with fresh samosas. And I assure you, there is nothing nicer than a Sunday morning vegan brunch, followed by coffee to go and a long walk with Disco along Dallas Road. Though the grey winter sometimes makes us wonder why on earth we choose to live on this rock, the first glimpse of summer sun reminds us what paradise this place can be. We have a lot planned for the next few months and we promise to blog about it, so stay tuned for updates!

In the meantime, and in honor of spring's arrival, here are some pictures from our visit to Butchart Gardens with James' parents in April. Early spring is a great time to see the gardens because, though the weather is usually nice and the place is bursting with blooms, it's still pretty quiet. Disco particularly loved Butchart Gardens and was a hit with all the tourists. One Japanese couple, resplendent in their fanny packs and oversized cameras, was especially taken with her. They didn't speak much English but they managed to ask us the name of our dog. When we said "Disco," they exchanged a puzzled glance and some Japanese words, then turned to us and said, "Dees-co? Like...?" At which point they put their hands on their hips and wiggled back and forth in what we could only assume was a Travolta-esque pantomime. When we confirmed their suspicions that our dog had indeed been named after a particularly tacky style of dance, they collapsed in giddy laughter and petted her all the more enthusiastically. I could only imagine what they would have thought had we been able to communicate her full name: Waycool Days of Disco.

Yes that is ice and yes those are my legs

So with the good that triathlon brings there is also the bad, that no one really tells you before you start down this crazy road and get addicted. One of those things is how your legs will feel like you have beat them with a baseball bat after a long run. However to counteract this feeling painful feeling in the legs there are a few things that you can do to make them recover faster. If god had been nice he would have made chocolate or beer be the recovery method of choice but that is just wishful thinking. Being the sadistic person that god is to recover faster you can sit in a tub put in the coldest water you can handle and then dump 2 bags of ice into the tub. Does it work? Better then you could imagine. Is it fun? Not even close. You have to sit in the tub full of ice for around 15 min, or just before hypothermia kicks in and then some how muster up the strength to get your frozen body out of the tub.

So if it is so bad to sit in a cold tub why don't I just deal with the painful legs? Well becuase in training for Ironman there is no such thing as a day off. So the next day I need those legs to be somewhat useful so they can take more punishment in the hopes that they get a little stronger.

Still at 184 Pounds... But a better 184 Pounds

So I haven't updated pics like these in a while because well, there really was no progress from Nov to Jan. I pretty much ate a ton of bad food, drank a little more then I should have, did very little exersize and gained a bunch of weight to a high of 198 in Dec. Now that 2007 has come along, I'm back down to 184 which I was at in October I think, but I've spent a lot more time in the gym this year so I think I've got a little less fat and a little more muscle. I figure that I still have about 19 pounds to go before I get to the 165 I want to be a by Ironman and these 10 - 13 hour weeks of training are helping that happen.

And why I like Battlestar Galactica

Why I Like Battlestar Galactica

Need I say more??

My new addiction

Yes that is right folks, I am an addict. It seems that the evil demons that live inside our TV have taken over my mind. I'm not sure how it happened or when it happened, but slowly TV has had its sights on me and has been reeling me in. It's started harmlessly last year when I figured that I would rent a few DVD's of TV shows to watch while I rode the trainer. I was being good I thought. Working out, getting rid of flab and watching Jack Bauer (who is actually Canadian by the way) kick some ass and save the world from terrorists.


But it didn't stop at the trainer. I wanted more! There were 5 seasons that had been played out already on TV and I had only discovered the first. There were still 119 hours of mind numbing, ass kicking, terrorist fighting action out there and I was getting thirsty for more. I started watching an extra episode before I went to bed with my lovely wife who would eventually become an addict as well. Soon it became 2 episodes, then 3 and then an even more dreadful day came. I had finished watching disk 5 of season 1 and only disk 6 remained till I would find out how Jack would get him self out of this mess. I ran to Blockbuster to get disk 6 but someone had beat me to it. My dealer was dry. I knew of other blockbusters in town so I drove around all night looking for that elusive disk 6 of season one. I couldn't sleep, eat or love again till I was holding it in my hand and it was in my DVD player revealing to me it's secrets. That was only one dark night of many.

I have watched an entire season in a weekend (thats right 24 hours of 24 in a 2 day period), and have reached out to others to get my fix. Now I take comfort in Prison Break, Battlestar Galactica (Kristi's drug of choice), The Office, and Heroes. I am just a simple man who's mind is being turned to goo by these addictive modern shows. I'm not sure when the day will come that I will break free of these chains but hope soon enough I will run out of good TV and can return to my normal life to function as a regular member of society.