A lot of people will have heard this term before – ‘critical mass’. Normally, it refers to the amount of fissile or fissionable material required to sustain a chain reaction in a nuclear reactor. In myself, however, it refers to fat. I have reached a critical mass – and I dare not go further.
I would also like to augment the above definition to – “the amount of lipid or saturated fuels required for doctor007 to have a meltdown of nuclear proportions.”
‘Oh god,’ you’re thinking, ‘is he going to bitch and moan about being fat, seriously?’ Well, rest assured, I most certainly am. However, I have resumed running, so it assuages my guilt, at least. It’s strange, because as I was kicking RM’s arse at a 100m sprint (haha, that’s right RM – cry.), I looked around at the campus and slowed to a walk. It was night, very cold to those with a normal heart rate, but refreshing to me. The lights of the campus seemed brighter and sharper from the darkened track and everything seemed alive in the wind. It was awesome, and I was on the point of telling myself that I had to stop being so dramatic and sentimental about such things when RM said, “I don’t know why we ever stopped running. This is amazing, I love feeling like this.” She gestured to the campus around us, and said how beautiful the clinical sciences building with it’s red lights was.
I could have made a moment out of it. I mean, we were totally on the same page with this one. There could have been a moment, and yet…
“God, RM. You’re so bloody mushy!”
Hm. Perhaps not.
Doctor007.
PS: RM is my friend. Her name is R____ M_______. Hope that clears things up.
PPS: You all see the clown face in the mushroom cloud, right? It’s not just me…..right?
You’re right! It’s Bozo himself!
Pardon me while I go crack up laughing. Still, hey, don’t be hard on yourself, part of the process of growing in life is seeing the need to roll your eyes at yourself from time to time. The person to worry about is the one who can’t do that and can’t see that they need to.
I do that only when being proactive about it. When I’m not, I feel all dark and twisty and have pretty unealthy views of myself. I should be proactive more often!
That is so random! I actually went for a jog with a friend as well today after a long span of inactivity It was more for him to keep him company but far out, talk about being un-fit (AKa collapsing after 10 mins lol). But I suppose that’s what I get for doing nothing active the past 6 years but sitting in classes and lectures writing down notes and notes and notes.
That’s it I am joining up for Badminton!! (haha jk)
Oh and yup, I can see the clown. Didn’t see it the first time thoug lol. A bit of a slow day for me I think
All the best dude!
pKay.
I know, how crazy is it? You can be so unfit and not even realise, until you push your heart rate above, like, 80.
Self-censorship is a form of self-denial. And when is denying yourself anything (at least anything that is legal, or even illegal as long as it doesn’t hurt too many people) enjoyable?
I don’t know about your plans but I don’t think I’ll be getting another crack at life, so I’m trying to enjoy this one as much as possible. As we both (all) know there are obvious caveats to this; everyone does need to prioritise. But the clown in the mushroom cloud seems to be enjoying himself…
Exactly, which is why I’ll just (try to) increase the exercise…I’m not going back to the days of Aitkin’s and celery.
We just re-analysed the biostats cohort (remember that ol’ think)
Turns out the smokers were on average 3kg heavier…..ok so the p-value was a meeeaaasley 0.03 and *just* significant.
It was a big sample size….so there’s gotta be something to it….
*hint hint*
Ha! Hint hint yourself, lady – I quit ages ago! You’ve been spending way too much time with your nose in your research…come up for air!
Long time reader, first comment.
Just felt I should say – long time, no blog. Any internal dialogue happening that we should know about?
Looking forward to the next instalment…