Turns out, moving is bad for all of your activities. Work, exercise, eating, sleeping, school, yeah, all of 'em. I haven't run much in the last couple of months, and May 20 is not staying away, so I need to start back into the routine with vigor soon. I have moved to a farm that has NO Internet access.
I'll wait while that sinks in. NO INTERNET ACCESS.
Oh, and if you notice, there is a new activity up there...I'll let you find it. I will need to work on getting access soon due to that new activity, but that will have to wait a little bit. The move ate my meager reserves entirely. I needed to get a heater for my room. Sleeping in a hat is only fun for a couple of days.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Yoga kicks ass......mine
Damn. So I took a power yoga class last night. The last time I took yoga I was maybe 21. It was taught by a hippy-yippy kinda teacher at the local community college. It was fun, I guess. I remember taking it with a couple of people, women, I knew, and they were impressed that I could bend as far as I could. Anyway, last night's class....yeah, not like that one. The instructor is the owner of the studio, a cool hole-in-the-wall feeling place called, Yoga on Yamhill. As Paul puts it, that is his apex of marketing genius. "What do you do?" "Yoga." "Where are you?" "On Yamhill." This was his class. We talked briefly before I headed to the changing rooms and emerged a few minutes later in sweats and a bamboo t-shirt. This is important, because it was WAY too heavy for the class.
OK, so picking up from last night...sorry I fell asleep. My clothes were definitely wrong for the class. I will be wearing shorts with compression shorts under them next time. They don't really have yoga pants for men, and I'm not that dedicated yet. I am sold that this thing is a real workout though...man alive, my legs and back are still grumbling about it. An hour of deep controlled breathing, with movements in sync with the breaths works for me, I do that when I am feeling out of sorts when running. I even chuckled when he wanted us to "box our breathing" In for a count of 4, hold for 4, out for 4, hold for 4, repeat. This is hard to do when running, but, yeah, I do that too. So this wasn't new to me. What was was sitting in a squat position with my body twisting about for 3 minutes at a hit with each leg, or sitting in a lunge position while leaning backwards. All in all, a definitely positive experience and one that I will be enjoying as life will allow. Every Wednesdays looks like a doable trip for now. My shirt at the end of class was dripping wet, and I was amazed and how wiped out I felt. I was very glad for all the push-ups and crunches I have been doing. I would have been toast going from a standing position down to a pushup position to the floor and then up to "cobra". We did that about 100 times...arms are a little sore still.
OK, so picking up from last night...sorry I fell asleep. My clothes were definitely wrong for the class. I will be wearing shorts with compression shorts under them next time. They don't really have yoga pants for men, and I'm not that dedicated yet. I am sold that this thing is a real workout though...man alive, my legs and back are still grumbling about it. An hour of deep controlled breathing, with movements in sync with the breaths works for me, I do that when I am feeling out of sorts when running. I even chuckled when he wanted us to "box our breathing" In for a count of 4, hold for 4, out for 4, hold for 4, repeat. This is hard to do when running, but, yeah, I do that too. So this wasn't new to me. What was was sitting in a squat position with my body twisting about for 3 minutes at a hit with each leg, or sitting in a lunge position while leaning backwards. All in all, a definitely positive experience and one that I will be enjoying as life will allow. Every Wednesdays looks like a doable trip for now. My shirt at the end of class was dripping wet, and I was amazed and how wiped out I felt. I was very glad for all the push-ups and crunches I have been doing. I would have been toast going from a standing position down to a pushup position to the floor and then up to "cobra". We did that about 100 times...arms are a little sore still.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Tuesday's Child
Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
I was definitely NOT born on a Tuesday. I know a marvelous person that was born on a Monday....and she certainly is. Number 1 daughter WAS born on a Tuesday, and I am hoping that she fulfills that part of the poem. She is growing up rapidly--too rapidly for dad. We really are like Steve Martin in "Father of the Bride". Daughter number 2 was born on a Wednesday, and she is empathetic and feels everyone's pains and joys. I adore that about her, she will be a gentle soul and an artist I am certain. Number 3 daughter was also born on a Monday, and she too is as fair of face as one can hope a child of mine to be. Fortunately, she got the looks from her mother, and her disposition is as sweet as her smile. Number 4 daughter is a handful, and she and I share the day of the week. Thursday. Auspicious for a runner, and I can only hope that she is as busy as her nickname throughout her life and gets to where she is going.
I am feeling a little more like the Flogging Molly song below, than I am feeling bonny and gay. It will be alright in the end. I know I have a long road ahead, and I am working on finding the right shoes.
Well I know, I miss more than hit
With a face that was launched to sink
An' I seldom feel, the bright relief
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday
If there's one thing I have said
Is that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed
As the four winds blow, my wits through the door
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday
Fallin' down to you sweet ground
Where the flowers they bloom
It's there I'll be found
Hurry back to me, my wild calling,
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday
Though these wounds have seen no wars
Except for the scars I have ignored
And this endless crutch, well it's never enough
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday
Hell says hello, well it's time to I should go
To pastures green, that I've yet to see
Hurry back to me, my wild calling,
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday
Oh, I ran 4 miles this morning...I guess that is actually the point. According to Nike, my 2011 stats show that I run on Tuesday mornings about 60% of the time, and almost always EARLY in the am. Something about Tuesdays have always worked for me. Guess I should just rename every day of the week Tuesday.
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
I was definitely NOT born on a Tuesday. I know a marvelous person that was born on a Monday....and she certainly is. Number 1 daughter WAS born on a Tuesday, and I am hoping that she fulfills that part of the poem. She is growing up rapidly--too rapidly for dad. We really are like Steve Martin in "Father of the Bride". Daughter number 2 was born on a Wednesday, and she is empathetic and feels everyone's pains and joys. I adore that about her, she will be a gentle soul and an artist I am certain. Number 3 daughter was also born on a Monday, and she too is as fair of face as one can hope a child of mine to be. Fortunately, she got the looks from her mother, and her disposition is as sweet as her smile. Number 4 daughter is a handful, and she and I share the day of the week. Thursday. Auspicious for a runner, and I can only hope that she is as busy as her nickname throughout her life and gets to where she is going.
I am feeling a little more like the Flogging Molly song below, than I am feeling bonny and gay. It will be alright in the end. I know I have a long road ahead, and I am working on finding the right shoes.
Well I know, I miss more than hit
With a face that was launched to sink
An' I seldom feel, the bright relief
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday
If there's one thing I have said
Is that the dreams I once had, now lay in bed
As the four winds blow, my wits through the door
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday
Fallin' down to you sweet ground
Where the flowers they bloom
It's there I'll be found
Hurry back to me, my wild calling,
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday
Though these wounds have seen no wars
Except for the scars I have ignored
And this endless crutch, well it's never enough
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday
Hell says hello, well it's time to I should go
To pastures green, that I've yet to see
Hurry back to me, my wild calling,
It's been the Worst Day Since Yesterday
Oh, I ran 4 miles this morning...I guess that is actually the point. According to Nike, my 2011 stats show that I run on Tuesday mornings about 60% of the time, and almost always EARLY in the am. Something about Tuesdays have always worked for me. Guess I should just rename every day of the week Tuesday.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Sunday...
Wow, I can tell I spent a few weeks not running. The six miles I was thinking I should be able to do; yeah, I got through four. I was tired--staying up to 4:00am shouldn't have hurt, right? I am a little out of shape--I blame the barefoot fad. And together they combined to beat me down. I got to the corner where I could keep going and do 6.5 miles or turn and do 4, I was gassed and turned. I had a mile left, and got through it and felt like I had just summited Mt. Washington. We shall see what this week has in store, but I am going to add yoga to the mix on Wednesday. Tonight is weights and crunches. I'll be sore tomorrow, but it is getting better.
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