LOST as long-form TV

Note: This post contains no spoilers for “Lost”.

My friend Ken * has been a fan of “Lost” since the beginning. Every Thursday morning after a new episode, he would come to work, sit down, and start out to tell me about the cool things on the show, and then realize that I don’t watch teevee. He would then proceed to pity me and belittle me, because “Lost” was not just some dumb sitcom. It was special.

I resisted watching the show for several reasons. First, probably just because of my contrarian nature – if it was popular, how could the show be any good? I did relent once during the first season, figuring if someone cool like Ken liked it, maybe it had some redeeming qualities. However, the show I ended up watching, while interesting character-heavy drama, didn’t have enough of the “Lost” mythology to project its appeal to me, and I stopped watching. I remember Ken’s disappointment the next day. “Yeah,” he admitted, “that wasn’t the best first episode to watch.”

Then, as Season Two approached, Ken began obsessing even more, joining online forums and discussing the show. I was a bit more intrigued, and when Ken bought the Season One DVD set and offerred to let me borrow it, I relented once again.

So for a couple of weeks I made my way through the DVDs, and I got a little more hooked. The mythology of the show was interesting, but more interesting to me was the characters. Seeing their backgrounds in flashbacks, compared with their current actions on the island, and watching as they developed the characters over the course of a season made me glad to have been there when all this long-form television got started. “Babylon 5”, “The X-Files”, “Buffy The Vampire Slayer”… I’ve done this before. I like the greater depth one gets for characters and situations when they’re not resolved and wrapped up neatly in 60 minutes (42 if you subtract commercials). Ken hadn’t ever gotten into those previous shows (he was off serving his country in the Air Force during most of the 90s) so I saw why “Lost” would feel so new and fresh to him.

And, honestly, the writing on the show was very good. I liked it.

So much so that, weekend after last, when I was done with the Season One DVDs, with the prospect of new episodes being aired, I did something that, until this point, I had never done before: I spent money at the iTunes Music Store. I bought the first two episodes of Season Two for “Lost”. It was the weekend, and I knew that several others I worked with were sufficiently geeky to both watch “Lost” and save it in some digital form, so I could probably find the other episodes for free… but, what the hell, I have a 5th Generation iPod capable of playing video **, so why not?

I bought and watched those two episodes, asked around at work the next Monday, waited another day, didn’t hear back, and that night splurged and bought the rest of the season. Total of 12 episodes so far.

It worked pretty well, although they take up quite a bit of space and I’ll be sure to remove them when I’m done. The screen on my iPod is actually slightly larger than my actual teevee set when I hold it at a comfortable viewing distance. Y’know… visually. So I’m not losing much by watching “Lost” on my device. Plus, it’s good to know that one more capability of my gadget is being actually used.

And using the iTMS is also good. But there was one episode that wouldn’t download. The 7th episode of the season. I kept getting my favorite ironical computer-type-error, the “unknown error”, after the little progress bar crept its way across the screen the entire way. Argh.

And I couldn’t watch these episodes out of order. That’s just not right.

I figured that in this instance, since I’ve been all legal ‘n’ stuff and paid for the privelege of viewing it, that I could justify finding a quasi-legal copy on the internets. And I did, eventually, find one, even one that had already been pre-formatted for my iPod. And it took fourteen hours to download via BitTorrent. Glacially slow. I started it at night, and by the time I had to leave for work in the morning, it hadn’t finished.

While waiting for the quasi-legal copy to download, though, I fired off an angry email to Apple about their failure to satisfy my need for instant gratification. I outlined all the things I’d tried and carefully provided the text of their irritatingly-vague error message and asked them to fix it.

I was losing valuable time – a new episode was coming soon, and I had to catch up. I still had 6 episodes to watch and less and less time to do it. The following day after work, I got home and found that both the legal download worked, and the quasi-legal download had (finally!) finished. Argh. More frustration, but no time for that. I had “Lost” to watch.

Yeah. I’ll admit it. I’ve become hooked on the show. Ken was right. It is the coolest. Ken also likes being the superior one who has already hashed out much speculation and observations about the island and the people on it… but that’s OK.

In the meantime, I got an email from Apple, apologizing for my inconvenience, and explaining that they are crediting me the cost of that download and giving me 5 free downloads at the iTMS. Yay! Now I can enter their “Billionth Song Download” contest without spending any money!

When I win, all my friends get iPods. Just sayin’.

* Yes, I’m linking to his site even though he hasn’t updated since September just because I can and because I’m trying to shame him into updating again.

** I know I haven’t blobbed about upgrading my older one but it’s an embarassing story involving me dropping my old one, the one with the Radiohead lyric on the back, into the toilet so you can understand my reticence. Just go with me, here.

Beautiful weather

The beautiful weather had held through yesterday, and it was in the low 60s, sunny with some clouds, a bit of wind. A perfect day for a run.

I wore shorts, short-sleeved shirt, and my Asics, and ran my Waterfront loop. I felt good and maintained a steady, easy pace. I guesstimated it to be between a 10:00-10:30 pace, but I purposely didn’t look at my watch very much. In fact, I didn’t look at my watch until about 23 minutes into the run. I was timing it because I wanted to run for 40 minutes total. My right heel was sore but it loosened up after about the first mile or so. Other than that, it was a great run. My breathing was heavy but completely manageable.

While I was on the west side of the river, in Waterfront Park, I ran on the grass just to soften the impact on my feet, ankles and knees. The grass was a bit mushy still, full of water, but not too slick to run in with road trainers.

After I had completed the loop back to my starting point, my watch showed about 29 minutes, so I continued south along the river. The pathway continued on until it ended directly under where the Marquam Bridge crosses the Willamette, which by my watch was another 6 minutes. I turned and ran back to my original starting point again – which to my watch I reached in 39:54.59!

I hadn’t had to stop and walk at all the entire way. Even kept my pace at the turn-around point. I think that it’s easier for me to keep running when I’m not on a treadmill, which might seem counter-intuitive. However, I can make small adjustments in my pace when I’m on my own that help me maintain without have to break stride, whereas on the treadmill I’m locked into a specific pace and can’t seem to make those small adjustments as easily. That’s my current theory, at any rate.

Checking Google Earth for the additonal distance shows another full mile added to my regular loop, for a total miles of 3.87. Which makes my calculated pace to be 10:18 which is a great training pace right now.

I then walked back to the gym, where I did two circuits of strength training and then stretched out and showered off. Felt good. Tonight I’ll be doing speedwork. If it’s nice out I’ll be tempted to go running outside and might make an “adjustment” to the workout I do (maybe some hills?) but whatever I do will be a hard workout.

Legs felt strong

The weather today was bright and sunny, a little cold but not too bad. When I left work at 4:00 PM I knew I wanted to run outside. Decided to go home and run in my neighborhood rather than along the waterfront.

Since I’m running for time, not distance this week, and tonight called for 30 minutes, I further decided I would run away from home for 15 minutes and then turn around and run back to my starting point. Wore shorts, short sleeves, and my Adidas. Walking to my starting point I felt an odd indentation in my right shoe, near the outside of my foot near the toe. Pulled off my shoe and shifted the insole around a bit and put my shoe back on and didn’t notice it again from there.

I have no idea what my pace was. I would describe it as “moderately easy” – breathing heavy but not too much so. Legs felt really strong. If I had to rate my effort on a 1-10 scale, with 1 being not moving at all and 10 being my hardest run, I would say I ran about a 6.5 – 7.0.

And the best part is: I didn’t stop to walk except right at the turn-around point for about 3 steps.And even crossing the busy streets (Tacoma and Bybee), I didn’t have to stop – traffic seemed to be on my side, too. It felt good to just keep moving. The air was fresh and crisp and cold. Once I was moving I didn’t even notice the chill at all.

An awesome run. I’m looking forward to seeing if cutting the calories helps me improve even more. Although to be honest I’m not sure the calorie-cutting had anything to do with tonight’s performance. Maybe, but it seems too soon to have an effect.

Dieting sucks

So… dieting.

As stated before, I planned on a mini-fast over the weekend, to jump-start my calorie cutting beginning today and lasting at least through May. I was going to hold myself to only 500-600 calories a day.

Well… I ended up with at least double that each day. Saturday, I went to the grocery store and bought a bunch of fresh fruit and vegetables, some almonds, stuff like that, and figured I’d snack on those if I got hungry. And, I did. Um… a lot. I also had two whole wheat bagels, once with two teaspoons of blackberry jam. And I drank lots of water. I also didn’t run – too tired. I’ve forgotten how much dieting makes me tired. Ugh. But I’ve got to run… it’s the combination of exercise and calorie-cutting that reduces my weight. At any rate, at the end of the day, I’d eaten around 1550+ calories. I decided that was OK because it was still probably half of what I have been eating, and resolved to do better on Sunday.

Except I didn’t. Oh, I did great during the morning and early afternoon; but 3:00 or 4:00 I’d only had around 500 calories. But I got really hungry, and went for a walk, and found myself near Mike’s Drive-In… and convinced myself to have a bacon cheeseburger. No fries, and a diet to drink, but, still… I figured that if the cheeseburger was around 1000 calories, that means I only had about 1500 total for the day, which is what I had on Saturday…

Damn, cutting calories is hard. I’d feel a bit better if I’d managed to run at all this weekend. Or even walked further than 10-15 blocks. Oh, well, it’s a moving target.

Be that as it may, this morning I weighed myself: 201.5 lb. Now, granted, some of that might just be water weight (once your body starts burning fat you lose more water at first) but considering I’d managed to cut my intake by at least 3000 calories over the course of two days, and a gain or loss of 3500 calories equals one pound of body weight, some of that must be fat.

I’ll keep monitoring and only update the blog on this topic when it seems significant.

I think, for running this week, I’m going to try to do the schedule I posted for last week. Which is as follows:

  • Monday: – Run 30 minutes
  • Tuesday: – Run 40 minutes + strength training
  • Wednesday: – Speedwork – 4 x 4:00 fast/2:00 slow
  • Thursday: – Rest day + strength training
  • Friday: – Run 35 minutes
  • Saturday: – Run 60 minutes + strength training
  • Sunday: – Rest day

The weight of things (me)

Ran last night. Since I missed my planned run Wednesday night, and was actually sick on Thursday, I had to decide if I should try to make up the missed run (my speedwork for the week) or just continue from where I left off. I decided to pick up where I left off, because I still plan to do my long run this weekend and didn’t want to have back-to-back “hard” runs.

The plan called for 35 minutes, no worries about distance. And, I did it. On the treadmill at the gym, incline set to Level 2. Wore my Asics. Did slow three times for no more than a minute each time to walk, but the rest of the time I ran at a 10:30 pace (per the machine).

And then… this morning I got up, feeling pudgy, and did something I haven’t done in months. I weighed myself.

203 pounds.

Ugh.

That’s horrible! I knew I’d gained some weight over the winter but not that much. No wonder my running has been suffering compared to the improvements I’d made in my first season. Obviously, if I’m carrying more weight, it’s harder to run. Lose the weight, my speed should improve, even if only slightly.

Sure, some of this can be muscle. I have been doing strength training, after all. But I can see and feel the flab, too.

On the spot I made a plan to cut back on calories until I was back to around 180. I’ll start this weekend with a mini-fast (around 500-600 calories per day, tops, lots and lots of water) and then, beginning Monday, limit myself to 2000 calories per day. That, combined with my running and other exercise, should be good for 1.5-2.0 lb. per week loss, which will get me back under 180 by the end of May.

Oh, and I also shaved my head. No reason other than feeling like starting over where it comes to my hair.

Not about running

This post is for that tiny sub-segment of my readers (which, honestly, is itself a tiny-sub-segment of its own) who don’t like my posts about running.

Because this post is about not running.

Yeah. Guess what I was supposed to do tonight? And didn’t?

I came home and pretty much fell straight into bed. So tired. I’m afraid I might be coming down with an actual cold, which is ironic because I’ve started keeping track of how many days it’s been since I used my last sick day and it’s only up to 17 days. Or maybe that’s the opposite of irony. I don’t know, maybe it’s like rain on your wedding day or somethin’.

Anyway, I’m up for now but heading back to bed soon. I’m going to try to get up super early tomorrow and go do the workout I was supposed to do tonight. The one that involves… ughspeedwork.

Dig in and keep going

After last night’s disappointment, I was well-prepared for tonight. The plan called for 40 minutes of running. So I adjusted my expectations and decided to split that time into two 20-minute runs.

Oh, and in other, semi-related news, I bought a sexy new accessory for my sexy nano. The Nike Dri-Fit armband. Nike MP3 players? Not so sexy, they’re bulky and ugly. Apple iPod nanos? Sexy, slim and sleek. Nike armband for iPod nano? Sexy. See?

That’s my sexy hairy arm. Nice, huh?

I got the armband because not all of my running shorts have suitable pockets that hold the nano. I needed something, and I don’t like clips and cases hanging off my clothes when I’m running.

OK, back to the actual running. Because I accidentally did the strength training on Monday when I’d planned it for tonight, I could skip that part. I got one of the good treadmills, warmed up with a walk as usual, and then set the time for 20 minutes, a pace of 10:20 and a 2% incline, or a Level 2 incline, whatever. Mild incline, is what I’m sayin’. And I started running.

Everything felt fine, just the normal running discomfort, until about 12 minutes into it, at which point I realized that I could probably have gone the whole distance in one set.

Oh, my negative inner voice kept trying to talk me out of doing the whole thing – it suggested that I shouldn’t be running so far tonight if I’m doing speedwork tomorrow, it suggested that I just do 30 minutes instead, it kept trying to talk me into walking… but I finished the first 20 minutes without stopping to walk at all. It was beautiful. Even my breathing didn’t get too labored or tight, but that might be because I took an extra Sudafed an hour before running to help clear things up.

I took a bathroom break, about 5-10 minutes, tops, and came back to my treadmill. Again, set a time of 20 minutes, a pace of 10:20, and a Level 2 incline, and started running again. Breathing was, if anything, easier. I swear that I breathe better after warming up than I do while I’m warming up, which I will note for later. And, again, I made it through the whole 20 minutes without having to stop to walk or any change in pace at all.

Tomorrow night will be difficult but a) I’m giving myself permission to take at least one break at the mid-point, and b) my “slow” speed might have to be actual walking, instead of a jog. But I now have no doubt that I will soon be back in the same shape I was in last fall. And then I’ll exceed my previous condition…