Memories of 2011

So.

My brother sent me this spreadsheet in an e-mail back towards the end of 2009. The title of the Word document is “Memories of…“. It contains a few questions to help you determine the best and worst times of the last year and maybe, possibly even help you discover what you’re doing right. Or, conversely, wrong.

For example, in 2009 to the question “What was your favorite song for the year?” I answered “Don’t have one. Come up with a better question“. I am such a lovely person to be around. In 2010 I actually had an answer for this question, however this year it was back to “Don’t have one, ladidadida“. Seems to me I was trying over in 2010, and abruptly stopped said trying sometime in 2011.

Another awesome question “What were some of the most significant events in your life?“, and my 2009 answer “Grandpa passing away, causing me to take another look at my life“. In 2010, my answer was something about the G20 Summit. 2011? “The threat of death challenging me to seek out the good things in life“. Man, I really crash hard when it comes to dying, huh?

The main thing I noticed, as I was reading through my answers from the last three years, was that I (or perhaps my writing) had become… calmer. More relaxed. I was beginning to relish things that I had never relished before. Warmth. Comfort. Friends. Hot food. Believe me, I used to eat anything, and to me it usually tasted better cold. But this year, 2011, even though I’ve only just said I’m so glad it’s over, has made me into someone different. Someone that, dare I say, I might like to get to know better.

It is definitely interesting to note that this year I cared more about the basics, like wearing sleepwear as much as possible, travelling to spend time with family, reading lots and lots and millions of books. In years past, my priorities seemed to be geared toward money, cars, my passport (?) and a myriad number of other material things that barely skim the surface of a full, happy life. As well as wanting, needing, having to be the most sarcastic asswipe on the face of the earth.

Well, there is still that. Can’t really change who you are at the very deepest levels of consciousness, can you?

But, faze it, I iz all grewed up. Or cloze to ‘t.

“We grow neither better nor worse as we get old, but more like ourselves.” May Lamberton Becker

I’m fresh out of ideas…

about how to get back into running.

Oh, eh, yeah i’m still being relatively healthy and going to Zumba and taking Dog for walks and watching what i’m eating. Mostly. But this running thing, it’s driving me mad.

This month has been so hectic and unbalanced. In the last two years since my last major Life Upheaval, i’ve been able to keep things pretty balanced, pretty sane. This month, September, is my nemesis.

It’s been a wicked month dealing with Dog being diagnosed with lymphoma, my family going feets-up craziieee and bringing up things that have been buried over thirty years, getting a toothache, getting my tooth pulled, getting a gum infection, someone trying to use my credit fraudulently, not being social. at. all., plans being cancelled for the silliest of reason and feeling like a dummy. But that’s no different than usual I suppose.

I tell you, this has been one hell of a month.

But it’s not going to get me down. Too much. I will be signing up for the Resolution Run 5k on Jan 1st. Suck on that, Life.

Slacker!

Yes, I am a slacker. Sslllaaaaaa. kerrr.

I think I am too scared to try jogging because my mind is playing the “Your Shins Will Hurt” game. It is a tough mental roadblock. I have a 5k run coming up on the 28th! I need to be out there jogging. The guilt is consuming me.

On the plus side, i’ve been doing many things in order to give me an excuse not to run. Yardwork, housework, ball practice, walking to work everyday just to name a few. At least i’m still moving, right? And i’m not using the just-needed-to-lay-on-the-couch-for-six-hours-straight excuse. Whatever, I don’t care what you think. That’s me pouting. Ignore.

I will get back out there, this funk has to end sooner or later.

So I Promised Myself…

Spring is finally here… the snow is melting away and the grass is starting to turn green – I see tulips starting in the flower gardens, oh it’s just awesome!

I’ve been doing a lot of things lately, and my muscles are really working their… whatever’s off.

I took some time off work to do some spring cleaning, and got so much accomplished. Washed walls, floors, windows, cupboards; did loads of laundry including sheets, blankets, big-ticket items; started raking the yard (that crappy job is going to take me longer than the slotted few hours I gave it); and did some tidying and some cooking. It feels good to feel so accomplished 😉

Went for a run on Saturday morning with Running Buddy. It’s been far too long and i’ve been far too undisciplined for running. So I promised myself to go on as many long walks as I can to help ease myself back into running, and just run on the weekends for now (or as close to the weekend as possible). I just don’t feel like I have the energy on a workday to go for a 40 minute run.

We took a bit of a different route and ended up going over 3 miles, which was kind of cool. We’ve started C25k over again, so we managed to do the first two sessions on Saturday during our run. On Friday we plan on doing the last session in week 1, and the first session in week 2. Well, that’s what I plan to do, anyways. Then i’ll be away for the weekend so I won’t be able to run again until May!

Ball season is starting, so our team decided to have a practice on Friday afternoon. I felt great afterwards (spent an hour and a half running after balls and some time hitting), but holy doodles if I wasn’t in pain for three straight days afterwards. I bought myself a foam roller and have been using that here and there but it hurts! a lot! so i’m easing into that as well 😉

Shining Moments

Can be big or small, round or square, orange or blue with a hint of fuscia.

My Shining Moment wasn't quite like this.

Mine happened this morning, and it was small but unanimously shining.  Yesterday (and let’s face it, all of February) I struggled to maintain daily life.  I wasn’t feeling it; I was simply floating through it as best I could.  I was continuing to force some miniscule amount of exercise by guilting myself into it, but it just wasn’t working; in fact, it hadn’t been working since the first week of February.  It was a funk.  And by that I do not mean a cool, dancy, i’m-all-that-and-a-bag-of-peanuts kind of funk.  It was more of a sit on the couch and contemplate life while drinking too many glasses of leftover pop that didn’t have even the slightest fizz left in it, funk.

But yesterday, oh, yesterday I really wasn’t feeling it.  I had a terrible tummy ache that i’m quite sure I can blame on eating dubious amounts of cheese and bread.  My favorites.  I spent the evening clutching my stomach and rocking back and forth on the couch.  And as the feelings began to pass, I looked over to my new-old treadmill and decided maybe I could walk it off.  So I changed into some shorts and running shoes, and took off.  Gosh, this treadmill is old and it’s noisy and it’s actually kind of scary.  After a little while I got pretty bored with it, and stepped off, but I did manage to feel the burn in my calves and was huffing slightly.

This morning, I woke up and:

Oh Happy Day!

I felt great!  No longer mourning the loss of an almost complete month of inactivity, I felt like I could conquer the world.  Since i’m feeling mountains better than I have in a while, I bottled it, I plan to attack that treadmill again tonight.  Small steps make for great success or something like that.

Like I said before, not much of a shining moment, but it was enough of one for me and it did the trick.  I am by no means back, but hai – i’m here.

you’re squishing an already dead ant.

With the clever addition of boot camp classes in the beginning of January, i’ve all but fallen off the face of the earth. It’s burnout time.

I know, I know. I’ve only heard it ten million times. “don’t burn yourself out”you’ll end up right back where you started” etc, etc.

With the stress of covering two positions at work throughout the month of January, I needed something to help me let out my frustrations. And boot camp was the perfect way to go about this. I paid someone to continually beat the snot out of me twice a week, and went on my merry way. I definitely did not look forward to boot camp sessions, but they were a wickedly cool stress reliever and I was more than happy to let it all out. I also “let out” two pounds, which was awesome. January worked out pretty well… February however, not so much.

Tuesday, 1st – boot camp, 1&1/2 hours. beaten to a drooling mess.

Wednesday 2nd – stomach flu 😦 boo. it all reminded me of this song:

“Don’t you put it in your mouth (don’t put it in your mouth),

Don’t stuff it in your face (don’t stuff it in your face),

Though it might look good to eat (might look good to eat),

And it might look good to taste (might look good to taste),

You could get sick,

Real quick,

Real sick,

Real… ick!”

Thursday 3rd – sick

Friday 4th – sick

Saturday 5th – watched friend knock ice off my roof using a rickety extension ladder and a metal file. very. exciting. indeed.

Sunday 6th – stared at wall in a focused effort to not get off the couch for any reason other than to open the fridge door. Mission: Success.

Monday 7th – screw it; i’d rather watch a Glee marathon.

Tuesday 8th – i’d love to make some oatmeal quick bread (link below); ok, i will! Yum! Oh, is it 7pm already? Might as well go to bed, then.

http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Oatmeal-Whole-Wheat-Quick-Bread/Detail.aspx

Wednesday 9th – my lovely grandma is making me dinner tonight at her place at 5pm. absolutely no time to exercise. nope.

It’s like i’m snuffing the life out of my exercise routine. Squishing an already dead ant.

 

Enter Laziness.

Ugh.  I hate to even say that word, but there it is in black and white.  Laiiizzzeee.

Since i’ve been feeling a little down about the amount of running i’ve done lately, I decided to motivate myself to keep my chin up by writing a post that encompasses all that i’ve accomplished since beginning to jog.  Right from the very beginning.

From the very beginning of 2010 anyways. Otherwise you’d have to listen to how, in highschool, I used to sprint 200 meters and then hide behind the school, puking my guts out.

In January I made a few New Years’ Resolutions, including losing weight. I was content in the knowledge that I had my own home, a car, a garage to put said car into each night, and food on the table (even if sometimes it was on someone else’s table and I was just mooching), but desperately wanted another 10 pounds gone.

I managed to actually GAIN weight. This should be disappointing, but it isn’t. I now have far more muscle mass than I did at the beginning of the year, and far better cardiovascular endurance.  The thought of weight loss is diminished in comparison to these great accomplishments.  Being able to say “I Run” is a great accomplishment for me.  I can run almost 5k without having to walk.  And you’d better believe to me that means “I Run”.  I can breathe without gasping for air while I exercise.  I can do more, endure more, and deal with stress far easier than ever before in. my. life.  Running has given me back the confidence I lost in 2009; it has helped me become focused on the things I want out of life and going after them.  It has motivated me to be better and, believe it or not, to be nicerMore compassionate.  Wow.  Yes, it’s done a lot for me.

This year, my exercise and diet-related New Years’ Resolutions are:

1) Eat better.

2) Continue running.

3) Lose weight.

In my humble opinion, Eat Better + Continue Running should = Lose Weight.  I hope to cut back on the weekend bingeing, to continue running and will be attending Boot Camp twice a week for the month of January.

I came across this great quote while surfing the net about a month ago “If you think you are down on your luck, check the level of your effort” and I don’t think anyone could say anything that could ring more true.  Luck doesn’t always come by chance.  Sometimes, you have to make your own luck.

In conclusion, note to self: Nothing can be accomplished without even a minute amount of effort.  Oh, you’re feeling lazy?  Enjoy, ’cause January’s gonna kick your ass honey.