“Richard Dawkins coined the term meme in his 1976 book “The Selfish Gene”. As conceived by Dawkins, a meme is a unit of cultural meaning, such as an idea or a value, that is passed from one generation to another. A meme is the cultural counterpart to the unit of physical heredity, the gene.” ~google
I am very actively active on Facebook. I see memes posted all day long. Some are funny. Some are cute. Some are dirty but fun. And then there are the ones that are trying to be encouraging. You see pictures of fit bodies all tanned and svelt running down a long desolate road, beating the odds, pushing themselves, and telling you to never quit, never give up, anyone can do it if they have their mind set on it, you too can be like the picture. Lift these weights, cut out sweets, blah blah blah blah. I am guilty of sharing a meme. It is so easy to to just hit the share button. And boom, you are now one of the millions of uncreative people posting crap just to post something.
I think we think we are being helpful to others by reposting these “encouraging” memes. That maybe it is a new profound thought. Or will make others move more. I am finding it to be nothing but dribble.
It is possible that in the new light of my latest test I am just annoyed by them.
My new Facebook challenge is NOT hit the share button. If I want to quote something I will take the time to actually type it out on my page. Yes, it takes more work. Yes, it may still be some encouraging dribble. But it will be something I really support or believe in because I took the time to type it out, in print, on purpose.
that is all. off my soapbox now.
Hope you liked the picture meme I choose today for this ranting blog. 🙂
#mylifeisshort #ichoosetolaugh #itiseasiertolove (my Facebook hashtags, because I am cool like that) “cool” 😉
I am not sure how fellow female long distance runners do it.
Seriously, how do you run when you have your period? And cramps? And lethargy? I can’t even begin to wrap my head around the idea. All I want to do is run a consistent 5K and constantly beat my own PR. I like the 5K for many reasons. NO chaffing, no nipple bleeds, no muscle fatigue, the feeling of being able to beat someone instead of ‘just finishing’. Let me tell you though, just the thought of walking three miles today took every ounce of determination today! Honestly, I just want to sleep all day with my Midol IV hooked up to my arm on a continuous drip. They should really invent sublingual Pamprin so I can double dose myself into a false sense of comfort. Bloated, tired, cramps, how could you possibly run 5,8,10 miles? Is there a secret switch in our bodies that turns that off after you hit mile 4? Do you pray that the big run doesn’t fall on the same day Aunt Flo visits? Where would you keep your backup supply since workout clothes barely have pockets big enough for your i.d.?