The Kinsey Millhone 3

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Kinsey Millhone is one of my favorite female characters. So much so that she has become somewhat of a role model for my everyday life. Not familiar with Kinsey? I recommend checking out one of her crazy adventures in one of Sue Grafton’s novels. They’re pretty easy to remember – “A is for Alibi,” “B is for Burglar,” and so on.

Here are a couple highlights on why she is so great.

  1. She’s single and loving it. Not a lot of relationship drama here. Just a lot of short-lived story arcs and one night stands with men who turn out to be murderers.
  2. She is a former cop turned private investigator and she lives in the 80s. Even though it’s 2014 and new books are still being written, Kinsey remains in the 80s where typewriters, card catalogues, pay phones, and live answering services are king. You can’t just Google things, folks. You have to investigate!
  3. She ain’t scared of nothin’! Kinsey has been shot, beat to a pulp, and nearly burned alive. And I’m only on “J.”
  4. She sleeps on the couch. Because who needs a bed?
  5. She sleeps naked. Because who needs pajamas?

There are many more incredible traits that Kinsey Millhone possesses, but I must get to the point.

One thing that always remains the same in every book is Kinsey’s daily jog. 1.5 miles up the coast, and 1.5 miles back. Every day. Kinsey deals with thieves, murderers, and all-around scumbags all day long, and every so often, a girl needs to clear her head. She goes on her jogs no matter how tired she is, because she knows she needs it.

This brings me to me. I, like Kinsey, currently live on a waterfront. She got sandy beaches, and I get a river that smells like fish and has a lot of trash – but for the purpose of this experiment, it’s the same thing. I have charted out my 3 mile round trip. It’s quite convenient, actually, because I’m essentially going to Reagan Airport and back. It’s literally over the river and through the woods.

As the internet is my witness, my goal is to be jogging the Kinsey 3 every other day by the time I return to Denver. Why not every day? Because I’m not Kinsey Fucking Millhone and I haven’t had twenty years of practice.


Stay tuned. And go pick up a Kinsey Millhone mystery.



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My life is a constant battle with my body.  I am not a naturally energetic person.  In fact, if I could get paid to take naps, I would be a millionaire.  My lack of energy, combined with my love of delicious food, combined with my genes, means I have to WERK to keep myself fit.

I have gone through various stages of weight loss and weight gain since I was a kindergartener.  Most recently, I spent two years losing 50 pounds and getting myself fit.  It was really hard, and it took a really long time.  And all I did was track what I ate and got my ass moving.

Over the past year, shit got busy.  We filmed a movie, edited a movie, participated in a wedding, went to Switzerland, sold our movie, moved out of our apartment, and made the trek out to Alexandria to live for three months.  Oh and I had three different part-time jobs the whole time.  Needless to say, I am no longer in shape.

I started getting knee pains.  I was out of breath walking up my apartment stairs.  My pants are really fucking tight.  I worked really hard to to get to where I was, and I refuse to let it all go.

Which brings us to today.  I have invested in a FitBit Flex.  I wear it on my wrist 24/7 and it tracks my activity all day long.  If you haven’t heard of FitBit, I suggest you click here and check it out.  I’ve been wearing it for two days and I’m obsessed.  I’m already going out of my way to log more steps.  I’m taking the stairs instead of the elevator, walking Jimmy to work every morning, and making a point to go on a long walk every day.  

The FitBit device combines with the food log.  I need food logs.  I have no control over food.  It’s delicious and I love it.  But when it’s a game that I want to win, then I can control it.

So that’s that.  I’ll be posting various updates on how things are going.  Hopefully in three weeks I won’t be posting a picture of myself with an empty carton of Chunky Monkey in my bed.

Below is Day One.  I pretty much nailed it.