Ready? I have a Twitter account.
Let me explain. I swore I wouldn't delve into yet another form of social media. Facebook and blogging are consuming enough for me. And then Hood to Coast happened. We communicated with our other van through Twitter, learned about course changes and saw funny pictures from teammates. When I say, "we", I meant my other vanmates did and I looked over their shoulder every .12 seconds saying, "Huh? What? Who?" Even our van decorations revolved around Twitter:
Everyone else had their name and hashtag on the van. I had this: "Vanessa- Twitter?"
I think it's fair to say I'm a little out of the loop. I got over it though, by remembering how I read books and play with cats and try to do things that don't revolve around an iPhone. Even by the end of the relay, I was cool with my plan to abstain from the twit-twat that goes on in the virtual world.
Then I got home. And I wanted to keep talking about running with everyone. And Tim might be tired of hearing the same damn stories about people he has never met. (I can't imagine why.) So I peeked at Twitter. Damn! People use Twitter a lot! Even Falon called me out on my lack of updates over the last weekend.
So, fine. Twitter wins. I cave to peer pressure. I'll jump off the bridge, since everyone else seems to be doing it. My first tweet:
Let's be honest here, guys. It takes me a long-ass post to get my point across typically, so I doubt that I will be able to produce succinct and hilarious tweets on a regular basis. But, um....like me anyway? Or friend me, or Tweet me, or whatever the hell it's called. Just do it so that my whole stats thing looks less sad. Gracias.
Leave your Twitter handle in the comment, please, so that I can follow you!
Also, don't laugh if it's not called a handle. I think I heard that somewhere?
Also, feel free to leave me any funny people I should be following. Or ridiculous people who will make me feel smart, either way.