The end of May has arrived and with it the final weigh-in for the month.
May starting weight: 194
May ending weight: 194
Before I left for my trip, I weighed 190.6. So I gained 3.4 pounds while on vacation. That is the biggest gain I remember ever having since starting. I have mixed feelings about it. Initially I was of the "I don't care, it was vacation" mindset. Now, I'm starting to feel a little badly about it, since that gain caused me to have a loss of ZERO pounds for the entire month of May. And honestly, I thought I was very active on the trip (I even worked out twice in addition to all the walking we did), and I guess I assumed that all the activity would make up for the food I ate, which consisted primarily of theme park fare. I assumed wrong, but I didn't want to worry about everything I ate my entire vacation, so I didn't. So I shouldn't be surprised that the scale reflects that lack of diligence, and I am owning up to it and moving on.
Here's a report on how I did with my May goals:
1. Exercise between 225-250 minutes a week. I did this 2 of the 4 weeks, so 50% success.
2. Complete the May Sweatsuit to Swimsuit Bootcamp. EPIC fail. I didn't even complete one full week of the challenge. I guess the interest just wasn't there.
3. Complete first 5k! DONE on May 9, 2009 in 34:19!
4. Begin doing running intervals. I have done this, but I need to do it with some kind of routine.
5. Run a 10-minute mile. Not yet. I have been running at this goal pace for a few minutes at a time, but I am not able to do a full mile. I am running an average of an 11:05-11:15 mile.
6. Read 2 books. DONE. I read The End of Reason by Ravi Zacharias, Twilight by Stephenie Meyer (hehe), and Change of Heart by Jodi Picoult. The End of Reason was very short, but the other two books made up for that. The End of Reason was also my favorite of the 3.
All in all, I give myself a C. I am wondering if I should start setting weekly goals instead of monthly goals, since I can't seem to remember or stick to my monthly goals. Or perhaps I just need to check in weekly to see how I'm doing on my monthly goals. I haven't been intentionally checking my progress, so something needs to change.
Goals for June:
1. Run, bike, or walk at least 18 miles a week. I think this is very doable, as that would be about 3.5 miles a day if I work out 5 days a week. If I am meeting this goal too easily, I will increase it.
2. Stay within my calorie range 6 out of 7 days a week. I have gotten way too lax about this, and I know it is hurting my efforts, so I need to step it up when it comes to my caloric intake.
3. Strength train at least twice a week. I have failed miserably at this the past few months, and I have to get back into a routine. I have SO much flabby skin that I am sick of looking at!
4. Lose 4 pounds. I'd like to lose more, but will be happy with 4.
5. Read 3 books: one I've already read, one fiction, and one non-fiction. I should easily accomplish this since I am only teaching one class this month.
I am not at all happy with the half hearted efforts at weight loss I've been giving, so June is my month to step it up and keep progressing!
What are your goals for the month?
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
A Picture Is Worth a Bunch of Words You Won't Want to Read
For now, here are some pictures of our trip to Orlando. I am sure I will ramble profusely about the joys of SeaWorld sometime in the near future.
The trip was amazing. I want to go back. Today.
The trip was amazing. I want to go back. Today.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Can You Feel the Heat?
One benefit of exercising is that I've discovered how much I love exercising outside. And I especially love running outside. I ditched the treadmill for the pavement about 3 weeks into my Couch to 5k training, and I haven't looked back. Staring at a wall in front of me makes the time creep by, but running outside with the sun on my face and the wind caressing my skin is exhilarating. Even on mornings when it was 30 degrees outside, I would put on a jacket, grab my gloves, and be out the door. I get really hot and sweaty when I work out (exhibit A: the recent picture of me post-5k run), and the cool air offered the perfect remedy.
Now, however, summer is on the horizon, and that means heat and humidity. Today I went out for a run around 2:30, and it was 84 degrees. I had planned on running 3 miles today, and I started out slow and steady, trying to run with my dog, who soon was panting and letting her tongue hang out of her mouth. So after one lap I took her back in and resumed my run. The sun is out in full force today, and I could both see and feel the heat rising off the pavement. I kept running, feeling the sweat pool in the creases of my elbows and trying not to think about how good a cold shower would feel at that exact moment. The occasional spots of shade were a blissful but brief respite from the sun, and I soon felt my mouth drying up and my breathing becoming more labored. After a little over a mile and a half, I slowed to a walk and cooled down before going back indoors to the air conditioning and nice, cold water.
Today's run showed me a few things:
1. I need to carry water with me. Anyone have recommendations for a bottle that is easy and lightweight to carry on a run?
2. I am glad I have gotten over my phobia of showing my upper arms because running in a tank top is so much cooler than running in a shirt with sleeves.
3. I am not sure I could run a 5k this summer in this weather. I have been looking for another race to sign up for, and there are a few in Memphis that I have been looking it. Two are at night, which at first seemed appealing, but even a nighttime race in June would still be hot. Does anyone have any suggestions for dealing with the heat? Will my body just adapt to it? Should I keep trying? I felt really weird after I came back inside, and I don't want to overdo it.
This will be my last blog for a while, as Stephen and I are heading to Memphis tomorrow to drop off our dog with my parents, and then our flight to Orlando leaves early on Saturday morning! It's supposed to rain the whole time we're there (rain seems to follow us wherever we go), but we're going to have an awesome time. Look for a post-vacation blog entry complete with pictures and maybe even some video. :)
Now, however, summer is on the horizon, and that means heat and humidity. Today I went out for a run around 2:30, and it was 84 degrees. I had planned on running 3 miles today, and I started out slow and steady, trying to run with my dog, who soon was panting and letting her tongue hang out of her mouth. So after one lap I took her back in and resumed my run. The sun is out in full force today, and I could both see and feel the heat rising off the pavement. I kept running, feeling the sweat pool in the creases of my elbows and trying not to think about how good a cold shower would feel at that exact moment. The occasional spots of shade were a blissful but brief respite from the sun, and I soon felt my mouth drying up and my breathing becoming more labored. After a little over a mile and a half, I slowed to a walk and cooled down before going back indoors to the air conditioning and nice, cold water.
Today's run showed me a few things:
1. I need to carry water with me. Anyone have recommendations for a bottle that is easy and lightweight to carry on a run?
2. I am glad I have gotten over my phobia of showing my upper arms because running in a tank top is so much cooler than running in a shirt with sleeves.
3. I am not sure I could run a 5k this summer in this weather. I have been looking for another race to sign up for, and there are a few in Memphis that I have been looking it. Two are at night, which at first seemed appealing, but even a nighttime race in June would still be hot. Does anyone have any suggestions for dealing with the heat? Will my body just adapt to it? Should I keep trying? I felt really weird after I came back inside, and I don't want to overdo it.
This will be my last blog for a while, as Stephen and I are heading to Memphis tomorrow to drop off our dog with my parents, and then our flight to Orlando leaves early on Saturday morning! It's supposed to rain the whole time we're there (rain seems to follow us wherever we go), but we're going to have an awesome time. Look for a post-vacation blog entry complete with pictures and maybe even some video. :)
Monday, May 18, 2009
Milestones and Marine Adventures
I'm back from the paper-grading wasteland! I've actually been done grading papers since Thursday, but I rather enjoyed the bloggy break.
While I was gone from the blogging world, I hit another weight loss milestone: 70 pounds lost! Woohoo! That is a lot of weight, and I am so proud of how far I've come. Sunday at church a woman whom I've talked to on several occasions asked me if I was new at church. Turns out she didn't recognize me. She said, "You're not even the same person!" That is true in a lot of different ways, I suppose. The old me didn't care about being healthy or exercising. The old me felt miserable in her body but helpless to change it. The old me hated shopping for clothes. The old me couldn't run up the stairs without getting winded, much less run a 5k. It's amazing the difference 16 months can make!
This Saturday morning, my husband and I are leaving to go to Orlando, Florida for vacation. I am so excited! We are going to visit the one place besides Italy that I have wanted to go to for a long time: SeaWorld! I have loved dolphins and other marine life since I was a child, so obviously SeaWorld is a dream destination for me. We got a great deal at this hotel, and our stay includes passes to SeaWorld and its water park, Aquatica, for the length of our stay, so we will definitely go to SeaWorld at least twice! We're also planning to visit Animal Kingdom because Stephen gets in free on his birthday. And in an exciting, last minute turn of events, we're going to see the Orlando Magic play in Game 1 of the NBA finals (it is the finals right, honey?) against the Cleveland Cavaliers! The Magic are Stephen's favorite pro team, and we couldn't pass up the chance to see them play in a championship game when we were going to be in the city at the same time.
So with the exception of my soon-to-be jobless state, things are good. (And if you hear of anyone who's hiring, let me know!)
While I was gone from the blogging world, I hit another weight loss milestone: 70 pounds lost! Woohoo! That is a lot of weight, and I am so proud of how far I've come. Sunday at church a woman whom I've talked to on several occasions asked me if I was new at church. Turns out she didn't recognize me. She said, "You're not even the same person!" That is true in a lot of different ways, I suppose. The old me didn't care about being healthy or exercising. The old me felt miserable in her body but helpless to change it. The old me hated shopping for clothes. The old me couldn't run up the stairs without getting winded, much less run a 5k. It's amazing the difference 16 months can make!
This Saturday morning, my husband and I are leaving to go to Orlando, Florida for vacation. I am so excited! We are going to visit the one place besides Italy that I have wanted to go to for a long time: SeaWorld! I have loved dolphins and other marine life since I was a child, so obviously SeaWorld is a dream destination for me. We got a great deal at this hotel, and our stay includes passes to SeaWorld and its water park, Aquatica, for the length of our stay, so we will definitely go to SeaWorld at least twice! We're also planning to visit Animal Kingdom because Stephen gets in free on his birthday. And in an exciting, last minute turn of events, we're going to see the Orlando Magic play in Game 1 of the NBA finals (it is the finals right, honey?) against the Cleveland Cavaliers! The Magic are Stephen's favorite pro team, and we couldn't pass up the chance to see them play in a championship game when we were going to be in the city at the same time.
So with the exception of my soon-to-be jobless state, things are good. (And if you hear of anyone who's hiring, let me know!)
Sunday, May 10, 2009
5k: Mission Accomplished (Or, Ramblings about Running)
If you had told me a year ago that I would run a 5k, I wouldn't have believed you. And even if you had told me in JANUARY that I would run a 5k, I wouldn't have believed you. I never considered myself a runner, always thought I couldn't do it or wasn't "built" for it.
I proved myself wrong.
The true test was on Saturday, the day of the West Tennessee Strawberry Festival 5k/10k Road Race (could it have a longer title?). I slept horribly the night before, dreaming about sleeping through my alarm and missing the race, and waking up every hour to see what time it was. When the alarm finally did go off, hubby and I listened to the thunder outside and wondered if I would be running at all that day. We got up, though, and I put on my running clothes (I say that as though I had some fancy outfit, when what I mean is, "I put on my t-shirt and knit capri pants"). Registration started at 7, and we arrived there about 5 minutes after that, the rain still coming down and lightning occasionally lighting up the sky. Great race conditions, no doubt. I was one of the first people there, so I got my goodie bag (which was not exactly the "monster" bag of goodies that the registration form advertised) and t-shirt and began to wait for the next 55 minutes. Hubby took a picture of me all geared up and ready to go:
The spots on my jacket are raindrops. It rained the whole time we waited for the race to start, and yet they didn't cancel the race. About 20 minutes until the race, I did a quick jogging warm-up and stretched my legs and made sure my iPod was ready to play the first song at the right time.
The rain continued:
Finally, the organizers called for attention and explained that the 10k race would not happen due to part of the course being flooded but that the 5k would happen. She instructed the slower runners to line up behind the faster runners, and then everyone followed her to the finish line. I quickly said goodbye to hubby and positioned myself near the end of the running group because I definitely was in the "slow runner" category. Right after noting that the rain had actually stopped, I heard the word, "GO," and there was a surge of people all moving forward at the same time, and I was caught up in it. I was tempted to try to keep up with those who were taking off at a quick speed, but I reminded myself to start slow and pace myself, so most of the runners soon faded into the distance. Heeding encouragement from a running friend to remember to have fun (thanks, Jen!), I didn't worry about who was ahead of me but instead focused on my breathing, footfall, and posture.
Before the race I had been worried about the "rolling hills" this course contained, and while they weren't the worst hills imaginable, for someone who trained on mostly flat surfaces, they were a slight shock to my system. However, I just jogged up them slow and steady and then picked up pace on the downhills. I was feeling good, loving the cool air and the light breeze hitting my face, and I smiled as I ran (I'm pretty sure that was a first). I was running!
Early on I really had no idea how fast I was running; there were definitely a lot of people in front of me, but I wasn't last either, so I couldn't tell. My goal was to finish the race in under 40 minutes, so every time I felt like slowing down I told myself I had to beat that goal. I kept passing and being passed by the same people, but I didn't worry too much about where in the ranks I would finish; I just wanted to finish. I even ran through the first water station so as not to lose much time, only to choke on my water as I tried to swallow while running. (Obviously, I walked through the next water station.) I didn't see a mile marker until the 2-mile mark, and then I looked at my watch and realized I had run the first 2 miles in 21:52! That is WAY faster than I've ever run in practice. It was then I knew I could beat my goal, and so then I allowed myself to take a walking break and catch my breath.
The last mile ended up seeming the longest. I blame that extra one-tenth. :) I kept cheering myself on in my head, knowing I had come so far not to finish strong. With every step, I kept wondering how much further I had to go. Finally, I saw the last stretch of road, with the finish line just beyond (and on an incline--who thought up that idea??). I took one last walking break and then began to pick up speed. I wasn't about to wimp out right before the finish. Then I was over the last hill and feet from the finish line, and there was my husband smiling and waving at me, and I sprinted to the finish, passing a girl who I'm sure was ticked at me for going past her at the last second. My eyes latched onto the time clock, and I saw the numbers 34:19 flash back at me.
34:19! I finished a 5k in 34:19! I was #89 out of 109 runners, but that pace was FAR better than I had hoped for, and I could not have felt more exhilarated. After crossing the finish, I hugged hubby tight and tried to catch my breath, basking in the joy of completing something I once never thought possible. It was hard, and it was sweaty, and it was amazing.
And you know what? I think I am more proud of finishing that race than I am of losing 69 pounds. It was a great day. :)
Me after the race, sweaty and red-faced but oh-so triumphant:
I proved myself wrong.
The true test was on Saturday, the day of the West Tennessee Strawberry Festival 5k/10k Road Race (could it have a longer title?). I slept horribly the night before, dreaming about sleeping through my alarm and missing the race, and waking up every hour to see what time it was. When the alarm finally did go off, hubby and I listened to the thunder outside and wondered if I would be running at all that day. We got up, though, and I put on my running clothes (I say that as though I had some fancy outfit, when what I mean is, "I put on my t-shirt and knit capri pants"). Registration started at 7, and we arrived there about 5 minutes after that, the rain still coming down and lightning occasionally lighting up the sky. Great race conditions, no doubt. I was one of the first people there, so I got my goodie bag (which was not exactly the "monster" bag of goodies that the registration form advertised) and t-shirt and began to wait for the next 55 minutes. Hubby took a picture of me all geared up and ready to go:
The spots on my jacket are raindrops. It rained the whole time we waited for the race to start, and yet they didn't cancel the race. About 20 minutes until the race, I did a quick jogging warm-up and stretched my legs and made sure my iPod was ready to play the first song at the right time.
The rain continued:
Finally, the organizers called for attention and explained that the 10k race would not happen due to part of the course being flooded but that the 5k would happen. She instructed the slower runners to line up behind the faster runners, and then everyone followed her to the finish line. I quickly said goodbye to hubby and positioned myself near the end of the running group because I definitely was in the "slow runner" category. Right after noting that the rain had actually stopped, I heard the word, "GO," and there was a surge of people all moving forward at the same time, and I was caught up in it. I was tempted to try to keep up with those who were taking off at a quick speed, but I reminded myself to start slow and pace myself, so most of the runners soon faded into the distance. Heeding encouragement from a running friend to remember to have fun (thanks, Jen!), I didn't worry about who was ahead of me but instead focused on my breathing, footfall, and posture.
Before the race I had been worried about the "rolling hills" this course contained, and while they weren't the worst hills imaginable, for someone who trained on mostly flat surfaces, they were a slight shock to my system. However, I just jogged up them slow and steady and then picked up pace on the downhills. I was feeling good, loving the cool air and the light breeze hitting my face, and I smiled as I ran (I'm pretty sure that was a first). I was running!
Early on I really had no idea how fast I was running; there were definitely a lot of people in front of me, but I wasn't last either, so I couldn't tell. My goal was to finish the race in under 40 minutes, so every time I felt like slowing down I told myself I had to beat that goal. I kept passing and being passed by the same people, but I didn't worry too much about where in the ranks I would finish; I just wanted to finish. I even ran through the first water station so as not to lose much time, only to choke on my water as I tried to swallow while running. (Obviously, I walked through the next water station.) I didn't see a mile marker until the 2-mile mark, and then I looked at my watch and realized I had run the first 2 miles in 21:52! That is WAY faster than I've ever run in practice. It was then I knew I could beat my goal, and so then I allowed myself to take a walking break and catch my breath.
The last mile ended up seeming the longest. I blame that extra one-tenth. :) I kept cheering myself on in my head, knowing I had come so far not to finish strong. With every step, I kept wondering how much further I had to go. Finally, I saw the last stretch of road, with the finish line just beyond (and on an incline--who thought up that idea??). I took one last walking break and then began to pick up speed. I wasn't about to wimp out right before the finish. Then I was over the last hill and feet from the finish line, and there was my husband smiling and waving at me, and I sprinted to the finish, passing a girl who I'm sure was ticked at me for going past her at the last second. My eyes latched onto the time clock, and I saw the numbers 34:19 flash back at me.
34:19! I finished a 5k in 34:19! I was #89 out of 109 runners, but that pace was FAR better than I had hoped for, and I could not have felt more exhilarated. After crossing the finish, I hugged hubby tight and tried to catch my breath, basking in the joy of completing something I once never thought possible. It was hard, and it was sweaty, and it was amazing.
And you know what? I think I am more proud of finishing that race than I am of losing 69 pounds. It was a great day. :)
Me after the race, sweaty and red-faced but oh-so triumphant:
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Running Report
I successfully completed a 5k run on the treadmill on Saturday with a time of 37:10! I was very pleased with that and hope to do around 38-39 minutes in the race on Saturday. It will be my FIRST 5k, and all I care about at this point is finishing!
Today I decided to try running around the neighborhood. That turned out to be a bad idea, as I had to run on two busy streets, and none of the streets have sidewalks. I was scared of getting run over the entire time I was running! My pace was also slow, since I was having to run off the road and in some rather tall grass at certain points. But I ended up running 3.5 miles (about 3 miles consecutively and then another .5 mile with my dog 15 minutes later), and I am proud of that! I may not be the fastest runner, but I feel like I'm pushing myself and doing my best, and that's what counts!
I'm trying to decide whether I should eat before my race on Saturday. Registration is at 7, and the race is at 8, so I'm thinking I should probably eat something, but I'm not sure what. I don't normally eat before my morning runs, however. I don't want to go into the race lacking energy, though, so perhaps a small meal wouldn't hurt. Any suggestions?
Today I decided to try running around the neighborhood. That turned out to be a bad idea, as I had to run on two busy streets, and none of the streets have sidewalks. I was scared of getting run over the entire time I was running! My pace was also slow, since I was having to run off the road and in some rather tall grass at certain points. But I ended up running 3.5 miles (about 3 miles consecutively and then another .5 mile with my dog 15 minutes later), and I am proud of that! I may not be the fastest runner, but I feel like I'm pushing myself and doing my best, and that's what counts!
I'm trying to decide whether I should eat before my race on Saturday. Registration is at 7, and the race is at 8, so I'm thinking I should probably eat something, but I'm not sure what. I don't normally eat before my morning runs, however. I don't want to go into the race lacking energy, though, so perhaps a small meal wouldn't hurt. Any suggestions?
Friday, May 1, 2009
Friday Five: Favorite TV Shows
This list is hardly exhaustive, but it does include shows that I love and could watch episodes of over and over again.
1. Gilmore Girls. If you know me at all, you know that I love this show. I loved it from the very first episode and continued to watch it faithfully until the end (even though the quality of the storylines diminished over time). There isn't a show with wittier dialogue and more intriguing characters, in my opinion.
Favorite episodes: The Pilot; The Deer Hunters (when Rory hits a deer on her way to take an English test and then totally flips out in class because Mr. Medina won't let her take it); Love, Daisies and Troubadors (when Max proposes to Lorelai and Rory and Dean make up and have an amazing kiss in front of Chilton); Luke Can See Her Face (when Luke realizes he's in love with Lorelai); Raincoats and Recipes (when Luke and Lorelai kiss for the first time); Written in the Stars (Luke and Lorelai's first date); You Jump, I Jump, Jack (when Logan introduces Rory to the Life and Death Brigade); the entire second and third seasons :)
2. Boy Meets World. I have seen every episode of this show as well, and I literally grew up watching it. It will always be close to me heart, even though it too lost quality as it progressed. (And it made me crazy that the character of Eric went from being this happy-go-lucky heartthrob to a complete goober.)
Favorite episodes: when Cory is cast as Hamlet in the school play and then quits; when Cory and Topanga make up while at SeaWorld; when Cory and Shaun lead the class to strike after reading The Grapes of Wrath; when Shaun finds a girl's purse and falls in love with her because of the contents, and he realizes it's his friend Angela.
3. The Cosby Show. Classic comedy. I love it.
Favorite episodes: when Rudy's fish dies (Vanessa: "Your fish has decreased."); when Theo wants to move out and Cliff uses Monopoly money to demonstrate how he will barely be able to survive; when the whole family lip syncs to the Ray Charles song "The Night Time is the Right Time" (and Rudy sings "Babyyyy, Babyyyy, Oh Baby Baby!" Watch it here); when Denise tries to make Theo a knockoff designer shirt.
4. The Office. So many quotable lines and funny scenarios. And of course, Jim and Pam! Love it.
Favorite episodes: Diversity Day (when Michael runs his own diversity training course); The Injury (when Michael burns his foot on his George Foreman); Casino Night (Jim and Pam kiss); Gay Witch Hunt (Oscar is outed by Michael); Fun Run (Michael hits Meredith with his car).
5. LOST. I am often completely blown away by what happens on this show. It has some of the best characters on television.
Favorite episodes: Confidence Man (when we first learn about Sawyer's con man past); What Kate Did (when we see what Kate did that made her a fugitive); Live Together Die Alone (when the Losties decide to wage war against the Others and then some are taken hostage); One of the Them (when we first meet Ben, who was then calling himself Henry Gale); Dave (when Hurley and Libby bond); Greatest Hits (when Charlie dies trying to save the others); The Constant (when we learn more about Desmond's past and his relationship with Penny)
What are some of your favorites?
1. Gilmore Girls. If you know me at all, you know that I love this show. I loved it from the very first episode and continued to watch it faithfully until the end (even though the quality of the storylines diminished over time). There isn't a show with wittier dialogue and more intriguing characters, in my opinion.
Favorite episodes: The Pilot; The Deer Hunters (when Rory hits a deer on her way to take an English test and then totally flips out in class because Mr. Medina won't let her take it); Love, Daisies and Troubadors (when Max proposes to Lorelai and Rory and Dean make up and have an amazing kiss in front of Chilton); Luke Can See Her Face (when Luke realizes he's in love with Lorelai); Raincoats and Recipes (when Luke and Lorelai kiss for the first time); Written in the Stars (Luke and Lorelai's first date); You Jump, I Jump, Jack (when Logan introduces Rory to the Life and Death Brigade); the entire second and third seasons :)
2. Boy Meets World. I have seen every episode of this show as well, and I literally grew up watching it. It will always be close to me heart, even though it too lost quality as it progressed. (And it made me crazy that the character of Eric went from being this happy-go-lucky heartthrob to a complete goober.)
Favorite episodes: when Cory is cast as Hamlet in the school play and then quits; when Cory and Topanga make up while at SeaWorld; when Cory and Shaun lead the class to strike after reading The Grapes of Wrath; when Shaun finds a girl's purse and falls in love with her because of the contents, and he realizes it's his friend Angela.
3. The Cosby Show. Classic comedy. I love it.
Favorite episodes: when Rudy's fish dies (Vanessa: "Your fish has decreased."); when Theo wants to move out and Cliff uses Monopoly money to demonstrate how he will barely be able to survive; when the whole family lip syncs to the Ray Charles song "The Night Time is the Right Time" (and Rudy sings "Babyyyy, Babyyyy, Oh Baby Baby!" Watch it here); when Denise tries to make Theo a knockoff designer shirt.
4. The Office. So many quotable lines and funny scenarios. And of course, Jim and Pam! Love it.
Favorite episodes: Diversity Day (when Michael runs his own diversity training course); The Injury (when Michael burns his foot on his George Foreman); Casino Night (Jim and Pam kiss); Gay Witch Hunt (Oscar is outed by Michael); Fun Run (Michael hits Meredith with his car).
5. LOST. I am often completely blown away by what happens on this show. It has some of the best characters on television.
Favorite episodes: Confidence Man (when we first learn about Sawyer's con man past); What Kate Did (when we see what Kate did that made her a fugitive); Live Together Die Alone (when the Losties decide to wage war against the Others and then some are taken hostage); One of the Them (when we first meet Ben, who was then calling himself Henry Gale); Dave (when Hurley and Libby bond); Greatest Hits (when Charlie dies trying to save the others); The Constant (when we learn more about Desmond's past and his relationship with Penny)
What are some of your favorites?
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