Friday, March 09, 2012
I saw a t-shirt, and I forget where, that said, "If your training has not affected your love life, you're not training enough."
And at one point last fall as I was coming up on the Savannah marathon, I was asked if my early Saturday morning runs (0500) were going to be a permanent thing. And when She(WMBO) asks a question like that, the answer is expected to be "No." Because she explained that I was ... ahem ... training enough.
Now my long runs are on Friday. I mean what rule says they HAVE to be on Saturday or Sunday? And everyone is happy. Happy wife, Happy life as the comedian Jeff Allan says.
This week, Active.com posed this question on their Facebook page: "To balance my life and unwind, I make sure to _______ regularly:" Then they linked this article ow.ly/9unpi How to Create a Balanced Life -- Do you suffer from compulsive training? Here are two key strategies that will help you create a better balance.
Go ahead and read it, I'll wait here for you to come back ..............
And do you know what the number one response was? Run. Poop was popular. So was swim, bike, lift, exercise, yoga, etc. And the least cited was something on the order of read a good book, play with the kids, or my response "Do nothing, watch a movie, read a book ..."
Clearly the commenters did not read the article.
How often do we get our lives so wrapped around the axle on something like running or our weight loss? We let our lives become ruled by it. I for one became an absolute bore about my Weight Watchers when I was losing and immediately after. Then I turned to running and I did it again. I had to learn to read people's eyes glazing over.
I have been working hard to develop other interests. Playing my music again. Photography. Umm, what else?
Ok, still working on it. But I do nothing very well. And as I mentioned earlier this week, I have a pile of project just waiting for me to get all better. (Soon, honey, I promise.)
But it's a question we need to ask ourselves now and again. What are we doing in our training (and our weight loss journey is a form of training) to balance our lives. We need to keep that question right up there to remind us that there is more to life than counting every nibble and nosh. (Don't stop counting.)
So what DO you do regularly for balance in your life?
Thursday, March 08, 2012
I was in Baltimore City one evening and this merchant's sign caught my attention:
It is on the southwest corner of the intersection of 25th Street and Greenmount Avenue.
So what exactly is a Greenish Grocer? I mean, I know what a Green Grocer is, but what if he's only kinda green, maybe a little yellow or worse a little brown and soft? But only a little. Is he a greenish grocer.
By the way, the word grocer is an interesting word. A grocer is a bulk seller of food. Beginning as early as the 14th century, a grocer was a dealer in edible dry goods such as spices, pepper, sugar, and (later) cocoa, tea and coffee. These items were bought in bulk, or by the gross. This person was in French a grossier or in English a grosser. Since English spelling was not yet standardized, it became grocer.
(I got a million of them.)
Thursday, March 08, 2012
I boldly ripped this post off from:
But it was too funny not to share.
Dear Mr. Ramon,
Thank you for coming to our school and teaching us about weather.
Some day when I become supreme Ultra-Lord of the universe I will not make you a slave, you will live in my 200 story castle where unicorn servants will feed you doughnuts off their horns.
I will personally make you a throne that is half platinum and half solid gold and jewel encrusted.
Thank you again for teaching us about meteoroligy, you’re more awesome than a monkey wearing a tuxedo made out bacon riding a cyborg unicorn with a lightsaber for a horn on the tip of a space shuttle closing in on Mars while ingulfed in flames... And in case you didn’t know, that’s pretty dang sweet.
P.S. Look on the back for a drawing.
If Flint grows up to be a local TV weatherman, we are immediately packing our bags and moving to that city. Think this kid would settle for just putting a pair of Ray Bans on the sunshine graphic? His sunshine graphic would ride a harley while juggling rescue puppies. Every time a nice day was predicted we'd probably get to see his sunshine graphic disembowel a raincloud graphic with the tusk of a narwhal. In short, a weather report totally demanding that you relocate your family immediately. Oh, and below is Flint's drawing from the back page:
Unicorn: Your doughnuts, Master
Man in Chair: Marvelis
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