Lunch time contemplation...

I had started watching the Biggest Loser this season, mainly for the reason that my friend enjoys the show and I happen to go over every Tuesday night that she is watching it. I actually do not like reality TV-actually I despise the entire concept behind it. First of all, there is no such thing as the genre so depicted as "reality TV"; there is nothing real about it (well, besides the people I suppose). It is mainly scripted and the people that are on the shows were picked to create the most action and drama that can be shown. You don't see a bunch of fuddy-duddy's sitting infront of the TV going, I wish I had me a million dollars so I can buy me a airplane. I mean, that would be reality TV, but that would be quite boring. Years ago the public access station (PBS I believe) actually aired a show about 4 families that had to live as if they lived in the 19th century. No running water, electricity, cars or anything. The producers actually created the show to where the family's had to buy their groceries from specific places as if they would during that time period. If they didn't use their money correctly, they wouldn't be able to buy what they needed for that week. This included any toiletries and the such. Ok,the show was completely boring and only lasted the one season, but that was reality.
Not only that, but why have all these shows? Do humans really lack the creativity to allow themselves to be themselves without watching these television shows. Sitting infront of the TV set watching The Biggest Loser while getting fat themselves. If I had a trainer like Jillian yelling at me every five minutes I would be toner than all get out, but I don't, nor do I really want one. yeah, I'm not in the best shape that I can be in, but I'm not unhealthy and I would rather be able to 'live' my life and not regret not having a piece of chocolate birthday cake for my mother's 60th birthday. I mean, I exercise. For the past two months I have been running 5 miles 3-4 times a week and weight training for 2 days a week. Just yesterday I decided I want to be in that category that can say "I run a 10 minute mile" Just last week my pace was approximately 10.3-11 minutes a mile, which isn't that bad, but I wanted to get there, you know? So, yesterday I said, no matter what, I am running 3 miles at a 10minute a mile pace (6mph). And I did it. It was hard, but I did it. Mile 1 was no problem, I had my head phones in and was listening to Fall Out Boy (I wanted to change it up a bit from my usual Muse-they are a bit slow sometimes) feeling fine. I got to mile 2, my eyes lingering on the seconds/minutes watching the time go slowly up up up oh so slowly up. Trying to tear my eyes away, I started staring at the weight equipment that was directly infront of me. Now focused on something other than my burning thighs and the relentless need to gasp for air, everything seemed to fall back into its proper place. Then 2.5 miles hit-25 minutes in. Technically speaking that is only 5 more minutes until I hit the 3 mile mark. By that time I was feeling pretty defeated and I wanted to stop. But you know what kept me going? The chanting in my head-If those fat asses on the biggest loser can run for 5 minutes on the tread mill, by golly, so can I! So I plodded through those 5 minutes, huffing a bit, yes, but I did it! And I felt victorious! But what about those extra 2 miles to hit my daily 5 mile mark? I was able to do 1.25 more miles at my standard pace of about. Then I just pooped out. But, I did it, and I guess I can say I owe it to the reality TV show The Biggest Loser (though of course I would have just found something else to keep my mind occupied and continue to run if there was no such thing as television-but then I wonder, would I have been running, exercising, eating healthier, even caring about my own self-image if it wasn't for television? I can't answer that, obviously, but I think it would be amazinig to find an alternate universe in which I could find the answer for that.)
Such ends my lunch hour.

Ciao!