thursday--creaky joints and dirty fingernails
Thursday, May 02, 2013
good morning! well spring has finally sprung around here and I am having my annual reunion with my joints and muscles as I work on my gardens. the late spring has slowed me down quite a bit, and the gargantuan new bed in the front yard is currently little islands of perennials afloat in an ocean of chickweed and lamb's quarter. fortunately we have our broadfork, which is working well at lifting the clumps so I can separate out the weeds and get rid of them. rob helped me clean out one smaller bed yesterday evening--so the front yard is staggering into some semblance of order--but its only the beginning of a very extensive workload. today I have to go to my mom's and dig out some plants and then stop at the home of an old high school teacher who would like some help with his garden.
I suspect I will be here weeding until dark since the bulk of the day will be spent someplace other than here.
the late daffodils are blooming now--my favorite--"thalia" is in its full glory right now.
yesterday I did a ramp mix run--managed 5 miles and went up to 180 bpm--which is considerably faster than the 172 that works out to a 12 min. mile. unfortunately I don't know exactly how fast I was running, since my garmin chose the time that the ramp mix went up to that speed to recalibrate itself. I was working hard, but not on the verge of collapse. and my sore foot seems to have tolerated it just fine--but today I am just going to walk.
recently I bought a cd of a running meditation by someone named Kelly howell. the other day I finally found it on my ipod shuffle (yes--I am a technology GODDESS--NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and was surprised at how effective it was--the concept sounded so hokey.
basically it is 2-30 min. sets. one is just music, one has spoken poetry off and on during the music. the poetry is a kind of guided imagery and some of the language is quite lovely. each poem began with the phrase "he could run" or "she could run" and ended with the phrase "as he/she ran, he/she felt the energy of the earth".
my two favorite verses were:
"as he crossed the finish line he felt the ribbon of the horizon break against his chest".
and the final poem which began "THEY could run" and ended "as they ran, they became their own myths."
I liked that a lot.
have a great day, everybody!