Turns out, posting on my work days is going to be HARD. Time is just so tight. Also, I left my laptop at home, which was a huge part of it. When I was leaving the house Thursday, with my bag and four days worth of groceries, honestly, I couldn’t fit through the front door. I was running late, and in frustration ditched it. Hence my silence (just in case anyone missed input from this bastion of useless information), and why I’m forced to play catch-up today.
That “little” rain that I mentioned in the last post ended up being an all-out thunder and lightening filled, three day soakfest. So Thursday was another one-miler in the rain, making three in a row now glaring at me from my weekly log. I had this super secret goal of 25 miles for the week, but by Thursday, that was wadded up in a tissue and flushed. I reckon some weeks are like that.
The storms finally abated late Friday morning, but left us this (at our little crash pad near work):
And from our walk from remote parking up to our building (we have a fenced off little walkway through a construction site):
There is a shuttle that we can take, but we always like to walk. Here’s where it got a little tricky (I promise we don’t work in a third world country):
Here’s Pilley, my dear friend/work day roommate. She obligingly runs with me on work nights just for kicks (and never feels accomplished for it). She was smart enough to bring flippies.
Well the wonderful news is that by noon the sun was 1000% back on the clock so we were able to snag three miles at lunch, and probably a little skin cancer (wasn’t even thinking about sunscreen – burn!).
It was hot, sweaty, gloriousness, and I was never so grateful for a run!
We’ve been having Jillian yoga night at least once a week, as I’m trying to be more well-rounded in my cross-training. This one came to me highly recommended by Lacey (she is not really a therapist). From what I’ve read, the yoga-types sneer at Jillian’s irreverent, less-than-yogaish style, but it works for me. The great thing about DVD yoga is that it isn’t in a public or group setting, where I have exactly zero business practicing it. I inevitably start getting off balance, which gets me tickled, which makes balance even more elusive, which then makes me even more giggly, and things just quickly deteriorate into a spectacle of desperate, barely effective restraint. The rest of the room – calm, even, focused, meditative energy. My little corner of the room – frizzed with choked off laughter, runny nose, and chaos. I used to hit up a Les Mills Body Flow class at least once a week, back in the day, at which my fecklessly contained mirth regularly earned me looks from Anya, the thong-wearing (she was always in front of me and it stuck out of the top of her pants!), Russian yoga prodigy that said, “If I had a dog poo pie handy, I’d plant it right in your face.” I tried very hard to be the very picture of composure, but of course she was abnormally attuned to energies and therefore unable to be deceived. Then there was my difficulty with concepts such as “drawing the breath to <insert body part>.” I’m pretty sure I don’t know how to do that. (No disrespect intended to those of you with a real heart and feel for this art.)
Anyway, yoga at home – yes! (Especially one that includes the phrase “Who’s your daddy!”) Even with barely discernible amounts of namaste within me, I’m definitely benefiting. There’s a move called “camel pose”, for instance, which requires your body to bend backwards in a way that mine simply does not, except now it does a little bit. Okay, that’s not impressing you. Well I am really feeling good and much stronger as I do it, and feel like I’m looking a lot less like Matt Foley, Motivational Speaker
and maybe more like hmm…I Love Lucy.
Add Pilley, and she’ll have to be Ethel only because she’s so much less afflicted than me, and often gives the appearance of “having it together”. By the way, I now have rug burn on the bottoms of my feet, having involuntarily slid into some deeper split-type situations than I was comfortable with. Next week, I’ll try (to remember to try) my durn little, grippy yoga socks.
I should mention Jillian’s ab DVD which we also did after one of the little sad one-milers. Jillian is my away-from-home workout because she’s portable. The ab one is actually a bunch of cardio. And it’s good! So I wasn’t a total slacker while it rained. We got three more miles Saturday, which finished off my running week around 15. Still okay, and the little streak lives.
In keeping with the theme of utterly valueless information here, I was remembering having a crazy March in years past, and being warned by a friend, “Beware the Ides of March”. Technically, it was one bad day for Julius Caesar, but I don’t know, I think it could be the entire month for me. Whatever “Ides” are, they’ve really been giving me the business. I’ve been extra ridiculously defective. Enough that you could do a whole movie montage, set to the tune of “Tiny Toon Adventures” of all my trip-ups, head-slaps, scratch-outs, expletives, forgetfulness, bumps, falls, slams, bruises, bitten lip, etc. Today, I got stabbed with a spear. A spear! Alright, it was a very (very) dull spear, and the part of my body that ran into it was particularly cushioned, specifically my gut. But it did give me pause. Anyway, I can smilingly say that it’s been an Alexander kind of week, if not month.
If you don’t own this book, I insist that you immediately get yourself a copy. It is perfection as hilarity goes and it makes EVERYTHING better. (And so what if it’s a children’s book. You need it!) My mom gave me this back when all the kids displaying great potential were given Oh, The Places You’ll Go! Anyway, one day in particular, this week, went to industrial grade crap – one of those that makes you want to disappear and enter a mutually forgetful relationship with the world. This is important only in that it serendipitously brought to mind some words that I really needed: indomitable spirit. When I practiced Tae kwon do years ago, we had to recite the tenets of Tae kwon do at the beginning of each class: courtesy, integrity, perseverance, self-control, and this one, indomitable spirit. I’d easily join the fan club of every one of those, but this one in particular, I always had a monster crush on. Even the definition of indomitable is poetry: “impossible to subdue or defeat” (Google); “incapable of being dominated” (Dictionary.com). Now that’s just pretty. I’d like to have about a hunderd 55 gallon drums full of that. I could easily come up with 20 relevant applications for indomitable spirit in my daily life, right now, and especially where my fitness is concerned. It’s something I hope to cultivate more of, this crazy month and forever after.
What are you working on?