Dude. Netflix is ruining my life.
Honestly, though, Netflix is like the coolest shit ever and I can't believe I waited so long to jump on the cool train to sleep deprivation because once I start watching something I can not stop. This also means I can't run because, you know, I'm busy bingeing on TV shows everyone else told me I should be watching but just now realized they were right and my life is empty without these stories filling my brain.
I've already plowed through Orange Is The New Black, House of Cards, The Following (omg, if you're not watching this, you should be) and I'm working through American Horror Story and Breaking Bad. PSA: if you watch American Horror Story, make sure you sleep with your lights on and have your attack cat ready.
|Grrrrr! So ferocious!|
I've decided that if there is any hope of training for the NYC Marathon, I must find myself a gym with wifi. This way I can at least park my ass on a treadmill or an elliptical while I binge on TV. This gym also has to be on my daily flight path, which is limited. I don't have a life, people, so I don't venture too far out of my daily commute triangle.
Supposedly, there's a really nice gym opening right in the Bermuda Triangle that is my life sometime this year, but it hasn't opened, yet. The other locations are super nice and have all sorts of cool stuff and wifi, which is the most important.
This is a solid plan, right? I mean, it's already in the 90s here, so I feel like being able to watching some American Horror Story while running will train me to sprint from the evil spirits that are sure to escape the trusty iPad and haunt me all while in the air conditioned safety of a gym.
I just have to find some other gym to tide me over until the new one opens. #firstworldproblems