Sunday, February 28, 2010
Folks, now that the Olympics are drawing to a close for the time being, I decided I would get my roller blades down from the attic and enjoy this 53 degree F day. I wore my skates, knee pads, elbow pads, wrist guards and a helmet. The first minute felt surreal and tentative. By minute "5" I was getting a good rhythm and some speed. I am very fortunate that my entire community is paved and well drained. YIPPEE I skated outdoors for about 15 minutes. That's the first time I have roller bladed in 2 years plus.
I came inside for a few moments and did some arm "fly" exercises back and front using my balance ball. That felt so good that I added some bicep curls with the five pounds weights too.
Was that it for today?
Heck no! I got my new skipping rope (jump rope) out of its box and took my kitchen timer with me. I tripped up a few times but I managed to log in 5 more minutes. I wonder when the last time I skipped happened? I seriously cannot remember. Anyway, I learned a bit about my body (after childbearing) and I now know what other equipment I need before I start jumping rope the next time.
Out on the west coast, the breezes are warm, the sun has been beautiful and the neighbours are all waving and clapping. I may find another roller blade buddy in this senior village, but it not, I'll just have to be the one crazy lady with the wheels on her feet. I don't think they'll understand the outdoor skipping either.
Oh well, we all have to be famous in our own way, right???
Thursday, February 25, 2010
I like to be creative, so I bought a balance ball.
And now I do Spark videos and sit up, stretch and crawl.
Then I added hand weights to up the ante more...
These arms are getting stronger along with abs (my core.)
My lower parts were lazy. Just walking's not enough...
So now I have a skipping rope to help me get more buff.
These roller blades are dusty but I've bought some wrist supports
My activity just rolls along! I dare not yet wear shorts...
We're shopping for new bicycles; the one I like has gears.
I feel so brave to see the trails. I haven't biked in YEARS!
I'm trying things from head to toe; for muscles and my breath
I switch it up and change it. VARIETY OR DEATH!
Gosh, I wish writing poetry used up more calories... K.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
(A message every adult should read because children are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say.)
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make my favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life.
When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good, and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking I looked at you and wanted to say,'Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking'
LITTLE EYES SEE A LOT .
Each of us (parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, teacher, friend) influences the life of a child.
How will you touch the life of someone today?
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.
When you thought I wasn't looking, you became my friend.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Yesterday evening I planned to make a pizza to have for dinner while Canada and USA men's Olympic hockey was scheduled to be played.
I found a whole wheat pizza crust on SparkRecipes and gave it a go!
While the dough was rising, I went out for my cardio walk and then shifted gears to make-a da pizza.
I got two 12" round crusts out of the recipe I selected. I had some pizza sauce in a can , I chopped white onion for both pizzas and added two slices of smoked sandwich ham. I cut them in little squares.
One pizza got oregano, red bell pepper and mozzerella. The other got leaves of spinach and some feta cheese along with the mozzerella.
After 20 minutes in the oven, they were bubbling and so aromatic. They certainly were not oily or greasy.
We both enjoyed two slices and hooted and hurrahed both teams. There were no slackers on the ice that afternoon. I detest goon hockey too. Leave your boxing gloves at home!!
Great hockey and wonderfully healthy pizza. Hmmmmm!
Saturday, February 20, 2010
How old were you when you learned that throwing garbage outdoors was wrong? I remember my daughter telling me about litterbugs by the age of kindergarten.
But many people have forgotten that lesson. How do I know? I see evidence during my cardio walks beside a highway. The well maintained path (raked stones, high and dry, trees trimmed back) is ironically strewn with fast food packaging and styrofoam and plastic wrap.
I understand that some of this mess has blown out of people's pickup truck beds, been blown there by storms and high winds or maybe mistakenly been forgotten after a picnic. For the most part, this is rubbish that people drop while they are out on their walks... and why should I have to look at it?
The fact is, I don't have to look at it. I could walk right past and look up at the sky or ignore the fact that this public is littered and ugly. Someone else can clean it up. I didn't do it.
And that's the problem. Many folks tell themselves that someone else will do it.
I must be wired differently. I'm the one that has a tender spot for trees, grass, little streams and the dandelions that are beginning to rouse from their winter nap. I don't consider myself a tree hugger, but I insist on taking bags in my pockets before I walk. I try to pick up as much as a shopping bag will hold, each time I go out for some cardio.
Believe me, the places I struggle to clean up beer bottles and soda cans are like obsticle courses... with wild rose bushes and blackberry thorns! YIKES. If I don't work up a sweat like you do on a walk, I seem to manage a great heart beat and deep breathing by the twisting, bending and leaping over the drainage ditches.
I don't own a treadmill. I am not a member of a gym, but I figure at this stage of life, where I am living, this is one thing I can do to get off the couch, make my community a bit better and feel like I have a purpose.
Will you stop and think before you throw garbage out your car window?
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