Hot Yoga. Yes. Hot.

Today’s cross training was brought to you by the hot cop who was right behind me in Yoga class.  I’ve been separated for a year and a half, and I’m not looking.  At all. 

It’s amazing, however, how having a male in my class makes me do the Yoga poses so very very perfectly.  There was no wiggling during Tree Pose.  I did the Pigeon with expertise.  Downward dog?  None better. 

I have suddenly become aware that the world is filled with people that are of the male persuasion.  I live in a very small town, and again…I’m not available…but suddenly, there they are…and they’re everywhere.  However, the hot cop in the class suddenly made me not just notice, but actually sit up and take notice.

Perhaps my addled brain is due to the all day boy fest we had yesterday.  Four boys, Pizza, swimming, Journey to the Center of the Earth (in 3D, with glasses!), Tae Kwon Do & Cub Scouts.  When I finally put the boys into bed, I gave them the 3B lecture.

“Don’t come and get me unless you are bleeding, barfing, or have a broken bone.”  Susan reminded me today that *house on fire* should be in that category.  Gymnotes #1 came in with blood on his foot, but they were giggling, so I assume it was a manufactured injury.

I watched Generation Kill, and How to Look Good Naked.  Finally fell asleep, blissfully at 11:30 or so.  Just needed some down time.  Am going out of town for a quick LA trip, this being my last weekend before work on August 5th.  As I’m typing this, they are yelling for me to play Monopoly. 

Hot Yoga.  Cures what ails you.

…on why I run…

Date: 6/21/2008 5:45 AM
Type: Hill
Course: 2nd Overpass-Milgeo-Catwalk
Distance: 3.8 miles
Duration: 44:19
Pace: 11:40 / mile
Shoe: Asics
Weight: oinker
Weather: 75° F, Overcast
Statistics: Calories: 517
VO2 Max: 24.5

I know I’ve blogged about this movie and song before today.  It’s an old one, one I remember seeing at my church many years ago.  I never really understood the premise of Chariots of Fire, but it’s a movie about two devout men, one a Jew and one a Christian in the 1924 Paris Olympics.  I never *got* running, like I do today.  In any event, I will tell you about my morning.

I met Kim, my running partner at 5:30am.  I knew that I was not going to run.  Was not.  When I woke up, I was like 4 pounds heavier, after eating a wonderful, yet salty meal last night at Tresetti’s.  We went to see Young At Heart, the movie about the senior choir members in their 70s & 80s.  It was wonderful, but I was reminded of how short life is, etc.  At some point I looked at the screen and thought, “We’re all gonna die.”  Lovely thought.  Nice way to go to bed.

Fast forward to the 5:30am alarm.  I’m exhausted with trying to figure out my house situation, and trying to close this chapter of my life.  I started talking, doing the first five minute therapy that we do, and started crying.  I just told her to go ahead, that I wasn’t going to run.  I just couldn’t.

I turned the corner, and thought…well, I’ll just run a little bit, and see if I can.  I turned on my iPod, and there was the theme to Chariots of Fire.  I started running over the overpass, and the sun was just breaking.  I looked down as I crossed the freeway, and there was Kim.  I met her on the other side, and said…”Let’s head on out to the country.”  We ended up doing 3.8 miles.  Not a great time, but I didn’t care.  I’m grateful that I ran…and by the time Yes We Can, Obama’s song came on, I was really grateful.  It’s my current favorite running song.

Grateful for:

  • getting a job
  • 2 healthy boys
  • my health (scary mammogram last week)
  • wonderful friends
  • my home, even if it’s temporary.
  • my dogs
  • my pool in 105 degree heat
  • that I have both a Bachelor & Master degree, and even though the teaching profession is going through major upheaval, I can find a way to figure out my situation.

Yeah, this is why I run.  What looked like a bleak, depressing morning, turned into joy.

Of course, my day was hard.  My replacement iPhone wouldn’t let me get voicemail, my home phone is out, my car cost more than it did to repair, my dog Princess was in doggie jail again…but I never lost the hit I got from the run this morning.

Here’s a great youtube from Young At Heart.  This guy sings Fix You by Coldplay, and it’s enough to make you weep.  Have a great Saturday.

Get ready to feel the thunda!

The flu got me for five days.  And my oldest.  And my running partner, two of her three kids.  This morning I had a voicemail that she was up with another one puking all night.  Think we’ll all stay away. In any event, I ran.  3.5 at 39:04.  Around 11+ minutes.  I was just happy to get out there. 

My First Three:

We’ll Be Together:  Sting

Here Comes The Sun:  The Beatles

The Potential Breakup Song:  Aly & AJ

Now, for the title:  I’ve seen two movies in two weeks, and I tell you people, I have not been disappointed. 

Sex And The City:  Good on so many levels.  Watching SJP in Mexico day after day had me wanting her to get up.  Then I realized why I liked that part.  I just lived it this past year.  I love Samantha and her eating issues, Charlotte’s joy, and Miranda’s Steve.  So refreshing.  Where were the men?  I dunno.  Watching Indiana Jones or something?  When was the last time there was a pure chick flick?

Kung Fu Panda:  Jack Black & Dustin Hoffman.  Who knew?  My kids wanted to see this, and usually, I’m asleep by the first half hour.  It was one of the best and funniest movies that I’ve seen in a long time.  Well, a kid’s movie, that is.  Funny, Sad, Poignant.  I thought the bad dragon was Eddie Izzard, but it was my love from Deadwood, Ian McShane.
Great, great stuff.  Happy weekend!!!

 

random thoughts…

So, Robman tells me that he is sick and tired of only reading about my runs.  I’m like that.  I must do something until it is DONE.  Currently, I’m fascinated with everything running…shoes, blogs, gear, races.  I do remember a knitting phase a few years back, so in honor of Robby, I will refrain from only talking about running today.  (The quick and dirty stats are at the END of this post.)

1.  John Mayer.  Have I said what an amazing man this guy is?  I am so glad he came back to blog a bit, and I for one think he is right on.

2.  I’m grateful to Starbucks.  For the second time in a run this week, I had to race in to use the facilities.   We ran the Starbucks to Starbucks run this morning.  Sorry, had to throw a bit of running in the mix.

3.  Run, Fat Boy Run.  This movie was a scream.  I loved it on so many levels.  The previews looked amazing too, so there are other movies on my list for the summer….

  • Sex and the City
  • Mongol
  • Son of Rambow
  • and something else I forget.  OHHH Disturbia.  I think.  I’m too lazy to go and look back on my iPhone because I wrote it down.

4.  I cooked waffles and bacon this morning.  I know.  I usually have the eggbeater/spinach/2% cheese bit with a bowl of oatmeal, applesauce and strawberries…known among a few friends as the Mona oatmeal.  But, a guilty pleasure…making homemade waffles from scratch, including whipping the hell out of the egg whites.

5.  School starts again tomorrow after Spring Break.  I got my job back.  Yay!  I teach 6 periods of PE and am out at 2:40.  What could be better? 

6.  Note the new Dodger’s Blog on the right.  Yep, it’s that time of year again.  Go Dodger Blue!
Now, the run.  Not pretty, stop and start…but it was overcast and lovely running over the overpasses.  The best part of running hills?  Coming down.

Date: 3/30/2008 7:00 AM
Type: Hill
Course: Jack Tone/Wilma Overpass
Distance: 2.84 miles
Duration: 30:46
Pace: 10:50 / mile
Shoe: Asics
Weight: :l
Weather: 51° F, Overcast
Notes: Had to stop at Starbucks and then re-start. Would like to try this run again without the pit stop.
Statistics: Calories: 384
VO2 Max: 26.7

Post Race

Date: 3/19/2008 5:45 PM
Type: Easy
Course: Post Race Short
Distance: 2.39 miles
Duration: 23:57
Pace: 10:02 / mile
Shoe: Asics
Weight: 🙂
Weather: 64° F, Windy
Statistics: Calories: 320
VO2 Max: 29

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It was a post run for sure.  I can’t believe that I could actually run 7.45, and tonight 2.4 was tough.  Calves are tight, breathing was labored.  Chalked it up to my Golden Gate Bridge snobbery.  Heh.

I loved the movie Chariots of Fire, and this is timely, for Easter.

The true story of two British track athletes competing in the 1924 Summer Olympics. One is a devout Scottish missionary who runs for God, the other is a Jewish student at Cambridge who runs for fame and to escape prejudice.

It may be time to watch this movie again.  As you know, I put music on that inspired me in each run.  Tonight, it was the memory of watching that movie in my church in Tarzana, St. James Presbyterian

I try to listen to music that will help me push through a tough run.  When I listen to Patriotic music, I visualize the men and women in Iraq, who would love to be able to run a few miles in 65 degree weather.  Listening to the theme song from Chariots of Fire, I am reminded of people who live by their uncompromised strong values. 

 

I know a few people like that.

Oh Yes. Yes. 57 minutes of sheer joy…

Date: 2/28/2008 5:15 PM
Type: Long
Course: Manor Loop-Partnerless
Distance: 5.34 miles
Duration: 57:27
Pace: 10:46 / mile
Shoe: Asics
Weight: 🙂
Weather: Sunny
Statistics: Calories: 723
VO2 Max: 28.1

Well, not all 57 minutes.  The first mile is always hard for me.  I have this conversation like, “I can’t wait to stop.  When can I stop.  My side hurts.  Vera Ave. is long.  Where is the golf course.  It’s too sunny.”

Then something happens to me after the first mile.  I feel like I’m powerful.  I got to the golf course again and it was locked halfway in, so I took it as good luck, because it’s when I ran my 4 miles last week.  I get up to Main Street, and I think, well, I can’t stop now.

I have this funny thing about running in front of people.  I like it, I confess.  Kim likes the trails, etc.  Me?  I like running by McDonald’s, Starbucks, the Mexican Restaurant, the bar, the bank.  Why?  I watch people watching me, and I think…they so want to do this.  You there.  You go ahead with your chicken nuggets.  I also get off on smelling the grease that I’m not putting into my body, and somehow it spurs me on to keep running.

I doubt that I’ve ever done any exercise for 57 minutes straight.  Ever.  And, I can guarantee you that I’ve never done 5.34 miles of running.  I have the Emerald 12K next weekend, so maybe I won’t completely suck at it.

Music that had me floating, from the Shawshank Redemption…

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Red: [narrating] I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I’d like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can’t be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.

Yes.  That’s exactly what I felt as I made my way down Main Street.

Posting From Home & Movies to Inspire

Note:  Rambling Post Ahead.

So, I take the day off.  Again.  My sick boy gets cured, and with some Motrin and Vitamin C drops announces that he can go to school.  So, here I sit with a day off.  Well, not really.

This did cinch it for me.  I could not stay at home.  Three loads of laundry, and a 30 minute walk with the dogs, and it’s 11:30.  I am trying to follow the advice of Robby and am trying to watch Pan’s Labyrinth.  Somehow this is supposed to inspire me.  He also advised that I watch Teachers again.  Need I remind you, that in 1984, Teachers came out as I was teaching my third class of sixth graders.  Yeah, I’ve been around.
Teachers is horribly outdated, but here is my most favorite line: 

Dr. Donna Burke: We, the board members present, think that you should tender your resignation.
Alex Jurel: My resignation? What for?
Dr. Donna Burke: Because, Mr. Jurel, no one here wants to go through the pain of firing you.

Pan’s Labyrinth?  Not so much.  I don’t get it.  Plus, I am a multi-tasker, and in order to watch this movie, I have to WATCH THIS MOVIE (it’s in subtitles).  So, I’ll make some lunch, and eat it elsewhere, because that guy with the eyeballs in his hands made me want to hurl. 

Carmen: You’re getting older, and you’ll see that life isn’t like your fairy tales. The world is a cruel place. And you’ll learn that, even if it hurts.

Edit:  I just finished this movie.  I cannot speak.  Beautiful.

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