Monday, January 17, 2011
I like this song a great deal and -- you guessed it -- snow shoveling has been a major source of cardio for me for days. I have done almost 5 1/2 hours. I will be doing more today.
It's tiring and my left elbow is bugging me a bit, but it's ultimately rather satisfying. My driveway is done. Right now, the only thing that needs doing is the front sidewalk, which is maybe 1/3 cleared. It's clean enough that we would not get ticketed, but more snow and rain are scheduled for tomorrow and Wednesday. Plus it will get cold again, so it'll all refreeze. Better to just get the old stuff cleared out as much as possible.
Oh -- and the 5+ hours wasn't just me. My husband has probably done a good 7+. And, heh, one of my hours was spent digging out my parents. Hence I have dug out from this storm from two separate states (NY and MA). Eek.
It is, though, paying off elsewhere. I lost a good 1.8 lbs. And I lost inches or stayed at status quo in all eight categories that I track. This includes the band and the waist, where I lost 1 3/4 inches in both areas and the thigh, where I lost 3" (most likely due to measuring in a different area but, heh, I don't care. A win's a win!).
So I highly recommend snow shoveling (if your heart, back and knees can take it) for cardio.
But it is kinda tiring.
So excuse me if I nap for a while. Zzz.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Okay, that is one odd music video.
The song is ... for a few reasons.
My folks came up for a few days and they brought most of my Dad's old patents. Then the patents had to be hung on the walls. There were 34 of them (no lie). Plus there were a few other things, like Honor Society things for me and whatever. There was a lot of hammering yesterday. The house looks awesome. I will take photos, er, someday.
Now I am going back with them for a few days. Eating and exercise will be weird, spotty and, hopefully, not completely outta control. I will be bagging two networking events and a haircut in order to do this. But I am doing this (here's one of the reasons for the song) because my folks are leaving their house. This is why I got the patents. And so I'm going to help them pack up and cull and I'll get some stuff to take back with me as well. And it's a bit of saying good-bye to the old house, although I've made my farewells to it before. There isn't yet a buyer for it and my folks don't have a new place yet. It's not like it's imminent but it is looming so I figured, get in and do it now, before things become even more unrecognizable. Fortunately, nearly all of my own stuff was gone. I have little of my own emotional investments, at least in the context of my own physical possessions.
But the other part is -- you ever notice, with your folks, you can sometimes just revert straight to the old roles you all played? It is suddenly High School again. I am suddenly a teen. But the reality is, I'm 48 years old. I graduated from High School 31 1/2 years ago. At some point, the roles reverse, I know. As they say, the child becomes the father (mother) of the man (woman). I know that time will be here, soon enough.
In the meantime, though, this is the song I played RIGHT before I left for college. It was the last thing on the old turntable before I packed it in late August of 1979. I came back, of course, for summers and even for a few months after I graduated Law School, in order to study for the Bar. But that moment was the one that got fossilized, petrified into stagnation. When I am with my parents long enough -- and this is, most likely, all on my side rather than on theirs at all -- I am there, August 31, 1979, almost 17. I suspect I'll be there again, for the next few days. I'll have the laptop and will escape to Spark -- an option I wish I'd had in '79.
Y'know, I'm probably just neurotic. After all
You should never argue with a crazy mi-mi-mi-mi-mi-mind.
Monday, January 03, 2011
I wish the video had the full intro as it is one of the greatest rock riffs ever -- it builds with all sorts of instruments, almost like how an orchestra does its thing.
Anyway. Onto the blog entry.
I came across a great cartoon in the Sunday paper yesterday and I just had to share it. It was a buncha teenagers and tweens, and the caption was just, "We're bored with 2011."
And I was thinking -- now, I recognize that life isn't always perfectly exciting. Most of our lives are spent doing things like waiting in lines, filling gas tanks, paying bills and washing clothes. Life has few moments of greatness, like the moment you say "I do" or you see your child for the first time, or you say good-bye to someone you loved very much, or you graduate, or the house lights come up to thunderous applause for you.
It's funny because we, as a civilized species, have been this way forever -- we record and commemorate and celebrate the hole in one, the prize heifer and the handing down of the tablets from Mount Sinai, but what is often missing from our historical accounts are the way we REALLY live, and have lived. It's hard to know how the ancient Egyptians really lived. I mean the working people, not the Pharaohs. I bet they scolded their children when they were naughty, argued with their spouses over money and forgot to pick up their dirty clothes, sometimes, too.
We, as people, as dieting people for, let's face it, that's the segment of the population we are all in -- we tend to celebrate the big successes all too well. The Personal Record in the run. The new low on the scale. The mastery of a new recipe. The triumph of saying no to the candy dish for the first time.
But what about all of those other times? The ones where we forget to celebrate? You know, where you go out and run because you like it, and you do eh, but you don't care, because it's fun and you got exercise and you spent time with friends and supported a good cause and just plain did something out of your comfort zone? Or where you don't even notice the candy dish because you've passed it by so many times? Or where you make the good-for-you-and-good-for-everyone foods because you just do -- because that's how you cook and you don't even think about it and no one else does, because that's just what you cook?
They have meaning, too. They are the fabric of our lives and, for real, they are more. Because there's only one first time. There's only one best time (although it can change). But there can be a million other times.
Let's not forget about those as we seek out the first times and the best times. We're going to have an awful lot more of those "other" times.
Let's give them their due.
Monday, December 27, 2010
This song is here, mainly, because it's so dang white outside. We got a good foot or so of snow, possibly more. Hard to say, as it's all packed down -- at least the bits that haven't drifted all over the place. Put in over an hour of shoveling today, and so did Mr. J. This makes us, heh, about 1/3 finished. Seriously.
But it's also here because this is, of course, my retrospective of '10.
I am currently 20.2 lbs. heavier than I was on January 1st. I am one serious three-part surgery later, and nine 5K races later, as well.
All of my measurements are larger, with the total being 14.25" (for bicep, bust, band, belly, hip/butt and thigh). Two or three inches, here or there -- they add up.
I have also been out of work (really) for the entire calendar year, although I've been busying myself with working with a startup robotics company for an equity slice and a dream.
My 5K average race time is also 1:58 less than it was in '09, and I completed three more races this year, including one more than I'd expected to do.
I changed gyms and started to really go more, despite the fact that I could really use the $58/month in my checking account that instead goes to the Y.
I got a lot better at networking and pummelled my resume into submission. I went to a few job interviews but, aside from the 'bot boys, there were no takers.
I dealt with my parents deciding to sell their house and downsize, and the emotions that come with realizing the place where I grew up is about to become someone else's home, and the walls will hold someone else's photographs. I have coped by asking my Dad for his patents, so I can display them here. I don't want anyone else having them except, if he wants them, my brother.
I didn't see friends as often as I wanted to, or as often that would have been best for me. I ate too much that was forgotten or minimized. But I also exercised like a fiend, and hit 90,000+ fitness minutes, a figure that staggers and shocks me. That's 1500 hours, folks. Most people work a good 2,000 or so hours in a year. I imagine I'll hit that magical 2,000 hours (AKA 120,000 minutes) some time in '11 or '12.
And so here are my thoughts for next year, the Nigel Tufnel Year that goes all the way up to 11:
(1) 10 or more 5K races
(2) Gym 3x/week, cardio outside the gym 4x/week unless sick. Weights every day.
(3) Watch the freebie foods as they are not freebies
(4) Hope to get the 20# back off, and more, but see what happens. I've been doing this for a while, plus I'll hit 49 next year. It only gets tougher. I hold out no hope for miracles, just the belief that I can and will do as much of the right thing as possible.
(5) Spend more offline time with friends
(6) Write a boatload more fiction, and think about it, as it is one of the things that makes me happy
(7) Do my best to either get the 'bot boys to succeed or find myself a paying gig.
(8) Continue to be with all of you, to read your thoughts, watch your videos, comment on your silliness, write haikus with you, share bad jokes, support each other when we're down and lift each other up as we find and follow our bliss, whatever that is and wherever it takes us. I am in this for the long haul -- this continues to be a fight to the death.
The prize is you.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Actually, lots of people do.
Yesterday was the last 5K of the year. It was, of course, holiday-themed so there were Santas and naughty elves a-plenty. Plus an Elvis Santa, a guy with a buncha reindeer, a gal dressed as a Christmas tree, a huge Nutcracker, a guy with a hat with a soft menorah on top and, of course, two guys with Santa hats, sneakers and Speedos (nuthin' else -- oh my).
I love this race. It's just so silly. And, because we were timed with chips behind the bibs, they were able to track everybody! There were a few spots where there were race people with laptops and they'd look up your number and call out your name and town if they could. I distinctly heard them mention Brighton. They may have mentioned my name but I was huffing and also hearing Queen on the iPod so, heh, helfino. At least I heard my city section mentioned. Go Gateway to the Galaxy (Brighton is the Gateway to the Galaxy, at least according to me, because Boston is the Hub of the Universe and Brighton is the Western section)!
Today I'm returning to the gym for the first time in over a week. My cold is gone, despite all that exercising out in the elements yesterday. I am made of sterner stuff than a cold.
What's in store for next year? I am, of course, starting to think of that. More to come later, but I've been trading out the same 6 or so pounds for the past 14 weeks. That's over 1/4 of the year. Ridiculous. That's gotta change. Next year will also bring more 5Ks. And, hopefully, better work/work for pay/no more dependence upon Unemployment (thank you for helping nudge Congress to pass the dang extension already).
I do know that I will be here. I just passed 90,000 freakin' fitness minutes, so I've gotta keep that going. I have so many because I've been here for going on three years. And I count EVERYTHING. And I know you will all come with me.
The chorus of this song is: "Nobody left to run with anymore
Nobody left to do the crazy things we used to do before
Nobody left to run with anymore".
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