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…wait…food…sustinance…a shower if I have the strength…then I may be able to tell my story…

Okay so I was SO tired last night I couldn’t shower, I could barely manage to fall in to my bed. I hope I’m able to convey my story in a way which you will understand the HORRORS of what I went through…

“Hot Yoga”  my little sister mentioned. SHE wanted to try it. I told her I thought it was admirible, but it sounded horrific. Needless to say I found myself going with her last night.

105 degrees  I’ll let that sink in…

“…105 degrees and we ask that you don’t leave the room until the very end of class.” They said.  I was terrified. Just walking into the room was torture for me and I didn’t know how I would work out in such conditions.  I paced the hallways, went to the bathroom twice, and finally commited. I walked in. They shut the doors behind me.  All I could do was stand helplessly on my mat while I gulped water.

A skinny, hairy man taught the class. I knew the type. I’m no stranger to yoga, but this wasn’t your momma’s yoga. His voice wan’t the soft calm voice of a yoga instructor but rather fast and bossy, like an auctioneer. 

I found that movement was my friend in this furnace. When I moved, I could create a small breeze. We went through the different standing poses and I found myself enjoying the class. I’ve always loved yoga, I love that it’s personal. You must only work at your own pace. Everyone seems to have their own strengths and weaknesses. I had many weaknesses this night.  Usually I have great balance. But my chi was thrown off by the heat! Then we went down to floor poses. I thought this meant the class was almost over. I spent the next 45 minutes struggling to survive this class…

I’m reminded of this road trip I took with a loser ex-boyfriend.  He drove a junky little Toyota with no AC.  We drove from California to Yuma, Arizona, in the summertime, with no AIR CONDITIONING!  We had these gallons of water with us in the cab. They were supposed to be for the radiator. In my desperation I started pouring the water on us as we drove. To me it was quite hilarious. It annoyed my loser ex-boyfriend. He didn’t want his back all sticky. This brought me much delight, and made me pour more, and laugh harder.

I really wanted to pour what contents I had left in my water bottle over my body. I don’t know what stopped me. I was already drenched with sweat from every pore of my body. I felt like Ebeneezer Scrooge in the Disney version, of course, where he’s pushed into a firey grave. I almost started shouting in delirium…

“I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone!”

Finally after much inner torture the teacher declared “Namaste.” I practically ran into the fresh air.  I felt a bit nauseous on the ride home.

The worst part is my little sister LOVED it and is ready to sign us up for the next 4 months of classes. Maybe I need to give it a chance. Maybe the first class is the worst? I don’t know. I’ll let you know how the journey goes.


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The gift that keeps on giving

I’m still eating the chocolate instead of real food. It’s a bad habit of mine. When junk food is around, instead of eating something nice and healthy I go for  immediate gratification.

It’s time to take some drastic measures. I have to face the fact that my skinny jeans aren’t looking so hot on me right now. I’ve been through a drastic move from CA to WA, Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas have all since passed. So has New Years…now Valentines. And between those times of engorgement my little town has been faced with the 100 year flood, in which our city became an island, then a wind storm that left half the state without power (including my town) for a whole week, some places even longer. And then the snow, and more snow, and more snow.  Bad weather for me equals depression. I’m an outdoor mother, I used to take the kids to the beach or swimming for recreation. I’m not very crafty, or creative, I’m not an indoor mom.  I’ve felt zapped of energy and creativity. I’ve been just getting by with the kids, instead of enjoying the time I have with them while they’re young.

But I have a solution, it’s something I’ve found works for me and may work for you as well. It costs little money compared to monthly prescriptions for antidepressants, and it’s much healthier.

I’ll get to my point, I’m going to compete in a triathlon. 

This works for me on multiple levels, it’s hard for me to work out with out some kind of competitive goal, some reason for the pain…a race is a fun reason. And there’s no backing out.

Registering for a triathlon costs about $75. That’s not money I spend lightly. Once I pay, it’s my name in blood. I must compete in the triathlon.

I’m just sick of feeling like this! And I’m sure those of you that live in stormy states feel me. My body is sick, and I have a strong mind/body connection. I need to get out of this slump and the only way to do it is to sign up for something that scares me to death.  The running, not so bad, the biking, I can make it, but the swimming…no matter how much I try I was not made for competitive swimming. This is what I love about triathlons. They force you to train in different sports, working all your muscles and challenging you to the limits.

Not to mention what all this exercise does for my physcee. Is that a word?

Anyway, I want some women on board with me, I need some “peeps” that are going to swallow their fear and literally take the plunge. It doesn’t matter where you do it, but look for a sprint triathlon in your state and let’s all to do this together. If you sign up for a summertime one that gives you plenty of time to prepare, and I’ll be giving tips along the way.

If you’re worried about spousal support, have them call my hubby and he’ll tell you how much it improved our marriage while I was training. I had boundless energy for many things…no need to say more.  

So let me know if your “in” and we’ll keep each-other “posted.”

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