Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Educational Television

I understand that reality shows are the big money makers for the networks, but must they all be so damned demeaning?

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bo-ring

Trouble flew up from San Diego to visit this past weekend. It was fun, but I think we might be winding down with age. We can still stay awake, but we have tender joints and we sleep until it’s dark again the following day. I feel weird losing days to sleep now. I must admit though that it did completely reset me to sleep all day after staying out late. I took an extra day off from work to do laundry, clean up after the weekend’s shenanigans and just simply to get my act back together. It was exactly what I needed. I woke up at dawn this morning with the intention of getting out of bed, but I rolled over twice (dreaming that I’d gotten up and started both times).


I rode my bike to the office and managed to make it through most of the day without yawning or losing my train of thought. Well, until a few minutes ago. I’m hoping that writing this blog will put me over the hump. Please let it be time to go when I’m done. I’m tired. I couldn’t fall asleep until after midnight last night because I got too much sleep yesterday. Oh well. I will surely make up for it tonight.

I’ve been trying to figure out a way to add a run into my day without sacrificing bike commuting. I’m still not sure how that will happen. Right now I’m not certain if I have enough will to bike back home after running. I KNOW IT’S GOOD FOR ME. I suppose I’ll just have to work up the nerve to try it this week and find out. First things first: I should be able to do something physical either before I leave for work or when I get home – even if it’s just stretching (which is what I really need to do before bed). The video game should be tempting enough, right? So far it hasn’t been, but today is a new day. I can do this.

Monday, July 11, 2011

The Addictive Personality

It's good to know myself. That is by far the most effective way to avoid public embarassment. I used to think that I was a fun drunk before I knew the difference between tipsy and drunk. I used to think that I was a great lover before I knew the difference between making love and making someone feel loved. I used to think that getting older meant being more mature until I met a child with more common sense than any adult I knew.

These days, I'm not so concerned with figuring out what is interesting to people and why. Making sense of things doesn't take up as much of my time as it used to. My days are mostly filled with chores, family and video games. I'm fine with it.

I have an addictive personality, so being home a lot helps to even me out. It's never a good idea to expose myself to too much stimulation. I say that I love Vegas, but really I just love the out of control feeling I get when I'm there. It's a veritable playground, and I get as much play as I can handle when I'm there. I come back home spent, spent and spent. It takes a while for things to get back to normal.

Fortunately, I've always loved to dance. I danced when I was really young, before the drinking and scandalous parties. I find myself returning to that wholesome joy of dance more and more lately. I'm sure the Dance Central game has played a huge part in this dance renaissance, allowing me to perform choreography in private, any time of the day, without intoxicants. I can get out of bed, pour myself a cup of coffee and dance my ass off for hours in my PJs before even thinking about showering and getting dressed.

Following my recent emotional defeat, it feels really good to be happy about doing something physical again. I have been procrastinating even just beginning to build my mileage base, exhibiting typical symptoms of depression. The weeks poss and I'm getting further and further behind on the schedule. If I don't get on the road, running and cycling, this week, I'll be hurting really badly in both of the events I have planned for autumn. Let's not do that.

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Wednesday, July 6, 2011

just be thankful for what you've got

After having a weird couple of months battling illness and being discouraged by muscle loss, coughing, shortness of breath and weight gain, I’m finally feeling healthy again. I’ve stocked the fridge with quinoa and kidney beans for this week’s rushed dinner nights. My gym back is packed and in the trunk (with my roller skates, roller blades and lightweight hula hoop). I’ve been using my running shoes to play Dance Central in hoped of loosening them up a little bit, but I do prefer them a bit stiff. That’s why I always buy trail running shoes. If only they were kinder to my feet. I’m fairly obsessed with aesthetics when it comes to my footwear. If I could wear hideous shoes, I’m sure I’d have an easier time with comfort. F oar the Puma Trail Fox has been fine. I’ve even ordered a second pair (which means they’ll likely be discontinued soon). I adored my Saucony Progrid Razor waterproof trail running booties, but the newer model comes in a color scheme that is particularly unflattering in my shoe size. I would have purchased the men’s model, but that color scheme is too manly – I still may end up buying them if the Trail Fox doesn’t work out during the rainy season. They are the most waterproof athletic shoes I’ve ever had (and liked). I wore them for the Nike half last year and felt bouncy the whole way (with the exception of my rumble-belly at around mile 9)



My focus right now is on rebuilding my foundation. I can figure out how to approach a training schedule after that. Once I’m training again, there won’t be a breathing or weight issue, and my concern with muscle will be how to prevent them from getting too big. Yeah, that’s not very feminine.  Sixteen weeks to Nike.