Porn and A Treadmill, Don’t Judge

I’m undecided at this stage. Right now my goal is to just do. I’ll worry about the why or where later. At the risk of sounding cliche, it kind of is about the journey.

The destination is irrelevant to the process I am anticipating for myself. 28 days to a goal is a goal within itself, but considering my last 28 days series flopped at day 20, I can only take it day by day.

I’ve struggled with meditation before but this has been pretty meditative thus far. Me and my inner voice had a little moment yesterday and today it’s back to normal.

We’re back to our passive aggressive relationship. The kind where she tells me I’m no good and I tell her how I want to kill her in her sleep.

We both chuckle, knowing that the other is right but it’s a fearful laugh because we both don’t want to know who has the balls to end the score, once and for all.

One thing we did see eye-to-eye on was that distractions can be helpful. Walking on a treadmill is boring, like really boring.

And when you’re alone in a room staring at paraphernalia from the Nightmare Before Christmas, you quickly realize that this bout of chasing endorphines will not come easy.

I mean, it’s hard enough that I’m making a “change” but now I have to make a change without any visual stimulation.

“You mean to tell me that I have to do this with just my inner voice?”

Even she’s shaking her head going “Oh hell no.” 

So I did what any great deflector would do, I put the television on. I figure, why not watch a film, that I enjoy, to distract me from the fact that I’m doing the same monotonous activity for 20 minutes. That way, when I want to quit I’ll have eye candy to remind me not to stop.

Even my inner voice was in agreement.

We’ll both pull up, figuretively speaking, to the flat screen, throw on The Italian Job or The Town or Gamer (I think you see a pattern), and the next 20 minutes will fly right by.

Hopefully this theory will prove to be effective since next week 20 minutes goes up to 45. Now that I think about it, I just might need porn to keep me distracted for 45 minutes.

Now I’m wondering what it would be like to be on a treadmill while watching porn. Is that kind of like some twisted erotic version of Bikram Yoga, where the room gets hot and steamy and you end up burning like a thousand calories? I’m curious now.

And to think, I started today’s session wondering how I was going to keep things interesting for 28 days…

Vicky Ayala

My name is Vicky & I am a brand strategist & visual storyteller. By day, I work with multi-passionate entrepreneurs to organize their creative genius into a memorable brand experience with engaging design, authentic storytelling and strategic online marketing. When I'm not conjuring brand magic, you can find me musing about the entrepreneurial journey which includes everything from finding the perfect chai latte to plotting my domestic move to Miami.