Nutritionally, green juices are my (choose your metaphor) half-court shots or Hail Mary passes.
I don’t believe they work consistently, I would never base an entire plan around them and I look down on those who do. Mathematically I know it’s better to practice better every day than try to cram at the last minute.
And yet in a pinch I’m like, “Well, it can’t hurt and it’s better than doing nothing.”
This post brought to you by lack of sleep and the “boosted” green smoothie I’m drinking with my lunch (it’s a bottled Naked Green Machine, I paid for it, it’s pretty tasty). Go away, germs.
There’s a stranger in my bed, there’s a pounding in my head Spandex all over the room, iPod’s loaded up with tunes I smell like a Powerbar, sun is rising in the yard Later on we’ll barbecue, hope I don’t blister or bruise
‘Cause my face and time will end up online — I’m screwed! Oh well, it’ll be a blur but I’m pretty sure it rules
Last Friday night Yeah, we laid out our new socks and we bought some new Clif Shots Think we showered, I forgot
Last Friday night No booze on the credit card And we snuck out of the bar, walked home on the boulevard
Last Friday night Didn’t hang out in the park, couldn’t wait until the dark Fell asleep while watching “Parks”
Last Friday night Training cycles kind of rock Always say we’re gonna stop…
This Saturday, gonna run again This Saturday, gonna run again
Trying to connect the dots Don’t know what to tell my boss Most people would just take a car They think running’s just too hard Sleeping in my favorite tee So much water, need to pee Soon it will be 6AM Long run prep for epic win
Last Friday night Yeah, we found the Body Glide Made some pasta on the side Kind of lame, but takes some pride
Last Friday night Going for a PDR Mapped it out, it looks real far Don’t forget your Metrocard
Last Friday night Read some drunk texts from our friends On our phones at 6AM When we’re lacing up again
Last Friday night Soon we’ll run a marathon I know now it won’t be long
This Saturday, gonna run again This Saturday, gonna run again
Philosophers have explained space. They have not explained time. It is the inexplicable raw material of everything. With it, all is possible; without it, nothing. The supply of time is truly a daily miracle, an affair genuinely astonishing when one examines it. You wake up in the morning, and lo! your purse is magically filled with twenty-four hours of the unmanufactured tissue of the universe of your life! It is yours. It is the most precious of possessions. A highly singular commodity, showered upon you in a manner as singular as the commodity itself!
For remark! No one can take it from you. It is unstealable. And no one receives either more or less than you receive.
You have to live on this twenty-four hours of daily time. Out of it you have to spin health, pleasure, money, content, respect, and the evolution of your immortal soul. Its right use, its most effective use, is a matter of the highest urgency and of the most thrilling actuality. All depends on that. Your happiness—the elusive prize that you are all clutching for, my friends!—depends on that. Strange that the newspapers, so enterprising and up-to-date as they are, are not full of “How to live on a given income of time,” instead of “How to live on a given income of money”!
”—Arnold Bennett. His book How To Live on 24 Hours A Day is kind of the original self-help (from 1910!) and you can read it for free in email installments here. I probably reread this book about once a year whenever I get a case of the “There’s never any time!”s.
I can only conclude that the programming of music at my gym is done by computer from the frequency that Kelly Rowland’s “Motivation” comes up in the rotation. Despite its title, this is not a song about motivating yourself to work out. It might get your ass there anyway (not judging!) but, no.
Decide to write deep and meaningful post about picking up yoga again, pigeon pose, bendiness and the importance of trying things that you think you will never be good at.
Go on Flickr and search for images of people doing pigeon pose for helpful visual illustration…
…and also to see if any of them capture that feeling you get in the pose, where you aren’t quite giving up but you’re on the verge and you get kind of emotional about it. And in that moment no matter how bad the class you are only focusing on yourself, and your breathing, and your life.
Become irrationally amused by the number of photos of pigeons brought up by this search — about 90% of the Creative Commons photos.
(Can pigeons even do pigeon pose? All the ones I ever see are pretty stationary. And fat. What? I’m sorry, they are!)
(Not that it’s their fault. People should stop feeding the damn pigeons.)
…Run out of time to write deep and meaningful post, close browser.
It would be funnier if I were planning to do this in a skirt and I were a dude. But you want to come with me anyway!! The organizer is staking $5 per attendee for charity. (Also I have no idea where my running skirt is. But I can definitely find it by Sunday.)
Today I threw out 2/3 of a pint of Ben & Jerry’s new Schweddy Balls flavor. I didn’t do it to hurt you. I did it because I didn’t like it that much, and yet at the same time I knew if I kept it around I would eventually eat the whole thing, probably in 1 more sitting, and then (this is the key) feel bad about myself and not have enjoyed it that much. Even now I feel kind of guilty about throwing it out.
When I say I want to be “normal” with food this is the kind of thing I want to pack away into the crazy box, along with the mere suggestion that I spent more than 5 seconds thinking about it.
My body does so many things for me. It breathes, pumps blood, blinks, runs, dances, does push-ups, it does millions of things for me - some without me even asking, some every time I ask.
If someone said nasty lies about my best friend you better believe that I would say something. Why would I not do the same for my body? I speak for my body because my body deserves an advocate and I’m the best person for the job.
If you want to reap the health benefits of broccoli and other cruciferous veggies, supplements just won’t do, according to new research published in the Journal of Agricultural and Food Chemistry.
The study shows that glucosinolates, a class of phytochemicals found in cruciferous vegetables that may reduce the risk of breast, prostate, lung, and colorectal cancer, is poorly absorbed and of far less value if taken as a supplement.
Thanks to a stray comment from icanhasmarathon I just remembered that the high school band standing near us at the Chicago Marathon did multiple renditions of “The Lazy Song” while we were cheering. Shush, don’t remind them!
Bright and not that early Sunday morning I trekked down to Sox/35th in Chicago near the southernmost end of the Chicago Marathon course. It was a very pleasant day if you were leisurely walking and not running anywhere.
I stationed myself near the 23-mile mark on purpose because I wanted to see what the ugly face of the marathon looks like. I hate to disappoint… most people I saw didn’t look that bad, considering they had just run almost 23 miles. There was a lot of walking and some crying, and some yelling while massaging out cramps. But there’s something about reading people’s names off their shirts and calling out to them, or looking into their eyes and saying “You got this!” that does a person good, and I hope that it helped.
Must have been 3 hours or so out on the course but the only Tumblr runner I’m sure I saw was whatever-it-takes (so, sorry to jump out at you like a crazy person!) I hope you all felt supported, because it was really exciting to watch. Most of the people on the El going down were toting signs, and 2 girls who were riding in my car I later saw pacing a friend on the course. This morning the woman who made my coffee described a huge group she saw wearing shirts that read “Run Fat Boy Run.” Great to see a town come together like this!
I only took an afternoon off from work when I got my wisdom teeth out - and was good to go the next morning. It's really not a huge deal! Also you may only need local anesthesia depending on the angles of the teeth and all that. AND if they're not threatening your other teeth you don't really have to take them out at all.
You all know so much more about dentistry than I do. This is great!
Of course I won’t get the teeth out unless it’s necessary, and I don’t even know for sure that that’s what it is. They may be coming in straight, and I can take care of them where they are. I’ve been on the “check back in 6 months” plan since I was a teenager, and I’m 27 now, so I guess I was hoping they would never surface.
I’m a pain wuss and I’ve been lucky enough not to need much medical intervention. Part of my reluctance in this case stems from seeing my 3 siblings get their extractions one December and basically be sad, aching zombies for days. (Worst Christmas ever?)
I’m bad, but getting better, at dealing with this medical stuff. For so many years I avoided doctors and their lectures about how I should get healthy, but this was also a convenient way to duck responsibility. If you don’t get diagnosed with anything, you can just skate along like you’re fine! Why spend the co-pay money when everything is OK enough? Just deal with it, don’t ask for help! It still takes me extra energy to force myself over that hump of (what I realized was underneath that attitude) the feeling that I wasn’t valuable enough to be worth looking after, and then fix things that are broken.
This has been Uncomfortable Sharing And Dentistry Hour. Come back tomorrow and we’ll talk about how that one dentist made fun of me for crying that one time! Yes he did, yes he did! Also, if anyone has a more light-hearted question…