This blog has instigated a number of firsts for me, including my first blog, the first time I have shared my writing with friends and family, and now, my first foray into the world of Twitter. I was definitely more afraid of Twitter than I was of blogging. I knew the basic premise, I had read some tweets, but I am still discovering how to fully take advantage of it. So, last night I decided to create a Twitter account, which took a lot longer than I anticipated. I knew that the tweets were restricted to a certain number of characters, but had no clue that my Twitter name (probably not the accurate terminology) was also restricted. After I discovered that Running from the Runs was too long, I was eventually able to shorten it down to Rnningfrmtherns. Upon completion of this task I was ready to compose my first tweet – I tweeted about my new blog. And suddenly, I had a follower! And then another! My husband was home studying, and I was tweeting and screaming. And then, I noticed it. To my horror, my follower was very interested in ... blowjobs?... Not my target audience. With that, my bubble was completely burst and I came to the realization that one of my two followers was in fact blowjob-related spam. The other follower appears to be legitimate, but I am now paranoid and suspicious, I thought about removing them in case they were spam, but I really didn’t want to be rude. So, I will have to keep a close eye on this situation. A colleague of mine did warn me that I would have to monitor for spam, he wasn’t kidding, within an hour of setting up my account I had been spammed!
In other news, I have signed up for my first 10K race as part of the Bluenose Marathon weekend. I will not be aiming to beat anyone in this event; I just want to complete it without crapping my pants. My running partner and I have been thinking about participating, but had yet to sign up. I figured since I was on a roll trying new things that I should just bite the bullet, there is no backing out now! We briefly considered attempting the half marathon, but, as I still can’t run longer than two 6-minute intervals in a row, I decided to play it safe. This will give me a good opportunity to ease into it, especially since I have no idea what to expect from this event. I really hope there are lots of port-o-potties along the way, otherwise, on May 20th I will be panic-stricken on some poor stranger's doorstep.