I'm doing an 'update' for my own amusement.
So, to both of my readers, I haven't been able to write much due to resource issues, but hopefully in the next couple of weeks, that will clear up.
I am exceedingly restless due to my annoying foot malady and am receiving another cortisone shot tomorrow. Pray to the grand toe gods that it works and that I can get out of this boot and go for a run!
The Olympics are over halfway through and I'm dreading the end. It was a strange set of emotions to see the women's 8+ win gold in rowing. While I am completely elated for them, I am dismayed that I wasn't there after working and dreaming for so many years.
I am also annoyed at the fact that a coach for whom I have very little respect is going to keep his job even though the system he is under cannot seem to bring a consistent flow of champions from the deepest gene pool in the world. But that's for another tirade.
The update here is.....I'm trapsing around Manhattan in a large, $300 plastic boot and hanging shelves in my 1/2 disastrous, 1/2 unbelievably clean apartment; a project that I had better not see past this weekend. And now that I am apparently phasing out my legs, I guess I will join a swim team.
20 August, 2008
13 August, 2008
captivated
It's the Olympics. My computer is broken, so all of my thoughts must be truncated due to extended blackberry use.
But it's the Olympics! I have no time for analyzing the dredges of society, because pure sport is going on 24 hours a day and I have to see all of it. Every last jump, run, race, game, match, event.....I will see them all. I even got DVR, special.
That I am having an allergic reaction to something and am hobbling around, mean nothing. I am in heaven, it's the friggin Olympics. Now if you'll excuse me.
But it's the Olympics! I have no time for analyzing the dredges of society, because pure sport is going on 24 hours a day and I have to see all of it. Every last jump, run, race, game, match, event.....I will see them all. I even got DVR, special.
That I am having an allergic reaction to something and am hobbling around, mean nothing. I am in heaven, it's the friggin Olympics. Now if you'll excuse me.
04 August, 2008
4 days....
4 days to go 'til the Olympics and o' how I can't wait.
Sports, unity, something else to think about and throw myself into for two whole, glorious weeks. I have embraced the fact that I am not there and will therefore adopt once again, my emotionally charged observation of the greatest sporting festival in the world.
When anyone from any country wins, I will cheer for them and celebrate their journey. My favorites I will root for from the relative comfort of my living room and I'm sure a tear or two will be shed, but only for the glory of competition, victory and defeat.
Stay tuned, all.
Sports, unity, something else to think about and throw myself into for two whole, glorious weeks. I have embraced the fact that I am not there and will therefore adopt once again, my emotionally charged observation of the greatest sporting festival in the world.
When anyone from any country wins, I will cheer for them and celebrate their journey. My favorites I will root for from the relative comfort of my living room and I'm sure a tear or two will be shed, but only for the glory of competition, victory and defeat.
Stay tuned, all.
01 August, 2008
moti-whation?
I've had a lot on my mind lately; some good, some bad. During times when I feel I have an excessive amount of thought to sort through, exercise becomes an even more IMPORTANT part of my day than normal. I can zone out, think, relieve tension and frustration or any combination of those, while simultaneously keeping my own sense of self and motivation on track.
Lately, although my workouts have been continuous, they have only been sporadically successful, due to my stupid turf toe situation, which I have now found out is actually sesamoiditis (don't get me started) and my hamstring wanting to roll up and hide away. Not enough to stop the show, but enough to be annoying, so I have taken to engaging myself in the occasional spin class, in order to complete workouts, because it seems to be the least painful thing at the time, since I don't have access to a pool.
Moving right along.....motivation is the key to training or working out (yes there is a difference). What motivates you to go to the gym is one thing and what keeps you motivated when you are there is another. For two people on the same team, in the same sport, both motivating factors can vary wildly. Due to this, I am in no position to make fun of or judge someone based on what they choose to listen to, what their pre-workout routine is, or what they do to keep themselves up as they go. Simply put, if you need to slap yourself in the face to get going, by all means whallop yourself to whatever music gets you to where you need to be.
I say that and mean it because that music is inside your own ear canals and not out there for me. When you foist it upon me, I retain the right to chide and mock at will, however. This all gets a bit messy when thinking of an open class, where it is rude and frowned upon to bring one's own listening device. Bringing an iPod to class fractures the cohesive atmosphere intended. But this is where it seemingly all goes wrong. We now have an entire room of people at the mercy of one person's musical tastes. Tricky.
In my experience, instructors are aware of the variety of possible listening tastes in a given class and generally do a pretty good job of at least providing a good beat to ride to. Whether all the songs are anybody's favorite is moot, because at least no one is totally offended by the song selection. Then again, some instructors pay absolutely no mind to said variety and then you get what we had last night.
I love the music of Sarah McLachlin. I write to it, I have seen her in concert and I have most of, if not all of her albums. Trying to do a hill climb to Sarah Mclachlin or, say, Tori Amos is something akin to abject torture. About a third of the way through the song, I no longer want to ride. I want to curl up in a ball in the bathtub and rock myself, not tackle a grueling imaginary ascent. But seriously.....who doesn't realize that brooding chick music is not appropriate for a high intensity spin class? It's almost laughable, and come to think of it, I did actually laugh a little when I heard the songs come on, although I became incensed about halfway through the climb.
Perhaps that was her goal. Maybe it was a clever mind-trick designed to fill us all up with such irritation that we attacked the metaphorical mountain with full force, thereby boosting our fitness and mental toughness. Really though, I think she just has bad taste in workout music and should consult some actual athletes for suggestions, lest one of us becomes enraged and spins right over her mp3 player - because I will, o yes, I most certainly will.
Lately, although my workouts have been continuous, they have only been sporadically successful, due to my stupid turf toe situation, which I have now found out is actually sesamoiditis (don't get me started) and my hamstring wanting to roll up and hide away. Not enough to stop the show, but enough to be annoying, so I have taken to engaging myself in the occasional spin class, in order to complete workouts, because it seems to be the least painful thing at the time, since I don't have access to a pool.
Moving right along.....motivation is the key to training or working out (yes there is a difference). What motivates you to go to the gym is one thing and what keeps you motivated when you are there is another. For two people on the same team, in the same sport, both motivating factors can vary wildly. Due to this, I am in no position to make fun of or judge someone based on what they choose to listen to, what their pre-workout routine is, or what they do to keep themselves up as they go. Simply put, if you need to slap yourself in the face to get going, by all means whallop yourself to whatever music gets you to where you need to be.
I say that and mean it because that music is inside your own ear canals and not out there for me. When you foist it upon me, I retain the right to chide and mock at will, however. This all gets a bit messy when thinking of an open class, where it is rude and frowned upon to bring one's own listening device. Bringing an iPod to class fractures the cohesive atmosphere intended. But this is where it seemingly all goes wrong. We now have an entire room of people at the mercy of one person's musical tastes. Tricky.
In my experience, instructors are aware of the variety of possible listening tastes in a given class and generally do a pretty good job of at least providing a good beat to ride to. Whether all the songs are anybody's favorite is moot, because at least no one is totally offended by the song selection. Then again, some instructors pay absolutely no mind to said variety and then you get what we had last night.
I love the music of Sarah McLachlin. I write to it, I have seen her in concert and I have most of, if not all of her albums. Trying to do a hill climb to Sarah Mclachlin or, say, Tori Amos is something akin to abject torture. About a third of the way through the song, I no longer want to ride. I want to curl up in a ball in the bathtub and rock myself, not tackle a grueling imaginary ascent. But seriously.....who doesn't realize that brooding chick music is not appropriate for a high intensity spin class? It's almost laughable, and come to think of it, I did actually laugh a little when I heard the songs come on, although I became incensed about halfway through the climb.
Perhaps that was her goal. Maybe it was a clever mind-trick designed to fill us all up with such irritation that we attacked the metaphorical mountain with full force, thereby boosting our fitness and mental toughness. Really though, I think she just has bad taste in workout music and should consult some actual athletes for suggestions, lest one of us becomes enraged and spins right over her mp3 player - because I will, o yes, I most certainly will.
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