I'm addicted to video games. For those of you who know me outside of this blog, this is not a surprise. I've been hooked on video games since I was very young. Funny story, actually. It was bring your child to work day, so I tagged along to work with my dad. My dad is a professor, so what's he going to have his young daughter do while he teaches his class? Play a computer game.
I sat on the chair, legs dangling, and watched as the computer screen came to life, images and sounds pulling me in until the game was the only thing that mattered to me at that time. My dad could teach and I was thoroughly entertained until it was time to return home.
"Did you have fun with your dad?" My mom asked.
"Yes!" I said, enthusiastic, wanting to share my great time with my mom. "I played a game!"
"Yes! I played The Killing Game!"
For some reason, my mom wasn't amused. I found out a few years later that the game I had lovingly called "The Killing Game" was Doom. I have been hooked ever since. My dad will never live this down.
Well, about a week ago, I noticed that Xbox was having a sale on downloadable games. On a whim, I decided to look through the games they were offering. A huge grin spread across my face as I found a game I had to get: Tomb Raider: Legends.
I love the Tomb Raider franchise. What little girl wouldn't look up to Lara Croft? She was educated, could travel all over the world, and she was a total badass.
So, I'm playing the game and Halloween comes to mind. I try to plan my costumes ahead of time to make them as epic as possible. I finished the level and immediately texted a friend of mine, wanting some other opinion than my own and hoping he agreed with me.
Me: Think I would make a good Lara Croft?
Lewis: Classic or reboot?
Me: I'm leaning more towards reboot. (Side note: Reboot because she wears pants...and I really hate shorts.)
Lewis: I don't see why not. Cosplay? Or, like, real life adventuring to Tibet?
Me: I would love to say both, but alas, just Halloween.
Riveting conversation, no? Anyway, with his bolstering of my spirit, I decided to go for it.
Then, I had that damning bit of total soul-crushing self doubt. I wouldn't make a good Lara Croft. There's no way I'd be convincing. I mean, she's svelte and fit and a super athlete, and I am...not, to put it somewhat nicely.
I was determined and I wouldn't let myself ruin it for me. So, I devised a plan and even came up with a catchy little moniker for said plan: From Couch to Croft. I decided to chronicle my journey to Tomb Raider fitness (I doubt I'll turn myself into the athlete she is, but at least I'll be able to run without wanting to die) here. It'll be a good place to document everything and it'll keep me accountable.
So, this is the first post. I will be posting once a week, hopefully with pictures (don't worry, they'll probably mostly be of how far I've run or the food I'll make. Nothing eye-gouging worthy.), as a constant update of my progress. My goal is to be Tomb Raider worthy by September.
If I'm successful, I get to buy myself new clothes, something I very rarely do. Just ask my mother. It frustrates her to no end that I'd rather buy a book than a new shirt.
So, look for a post later this week. Hope you're all ready to take this journey with me.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
I'm back! I know, I know. I promised I would post sooner, but alas, it was a promise I wasn't really able to keep.
This is just a quick post to let y'all know where I've been and why my posts have been severely lacking, if there is anyone even reading this anymore.
I graduated from BYU with my Bachelor's in English! WOOHOO!!!
AND, I was accepted to graduate school! YAY! I'm getting a MLS (Master's in Library and Information Sciences). It's a two year program and I plan on emphasizing in Children and Young Adult Librarianship.
As you can see, it's been a crazy year, but I love it.
I promise, from now on, I will be posting more regularly, as you will see very soon. Promise!!
And, because I've been obsessed with this
song band recently, clicky the video to listen for yourself. Love. I just want him to sing me to sleep each night. Siiiighhhh. Oh, the guitars...