I’ve been walking a lot lately since I’m training for the Cooper River Bridge Run in early April, which is now less than two months away. Typically, I cover shorter distances during the week and get in a longer walk on the weekend if the weather cooperates. (The race itself is a 10K, or 6.2 miles.)
Back in December, I did a round-trip walk on the bridge and covered 6.2 miles in an hour and forty-three minutes. My initial goal was to complete the race in two hours, so I was happy that my first “dry run” was under that. Now I’ve got the wild idea of 6.2 miles in 90 minutes come race day. Maybe that’s too ambitious, but based on the paces I’ve been logging lately, I’m getting really close and that’s exciting.
One foot in front of the other…
…virtually always does me in. It buries me under a pile of obligations. This year, the obligations I’m most focused on are the ones I have to myself, so if I’m not posting as much here it’s only because I’m working on self-care.
That said, there’s a lot on my mind and I’m sure it’ll find its way here eventually.
I’m not a very religious person, but I am spiritual… and I love the Thanksgiving blessing that Dear Abby always shares at this time of year, so I’ll quote it here:
Oh, Heavenly Father,
We thank Thee for food and remember the hungry.
We thank Thee for health and remember the sick.
We thank Thee for friends and remember the friendless.
We thank Thee for freedom and remember the enslaved.
May these remembrances stir us to service,
That Thy gifts to us may be used for others.
Regardless of what your beliefs are, I think anybody can give thanks for what they have and remember those who have less. As someone who hopes to leave the world just a teeny bit better than I found it, these words definitely speak to me.
Happy Thanksgiving, my dears.
I started doing yoga around 15 years ago. I’ve gone to several classes during that time, but I’ve built the majority of my practice on my own. I have a few favorite yoga DVDs and I also take advantage of a couple of the yoga channels on Hulu. My practice is pretty no-frills… I’m an Iyengar girl through and through. I love to concentrate on each posture and focus my breathing before moving out of the pose and setting up for the next one. Y’all can keep your Vinyasa and your hot yoga. My “flows” are more like hiccups, which is why Iyengar works for me. One asana at a time, kids… one asana at a time.
Wow, that would look great on a t-shirt.
Everyone has their go-to recovery/courage/kicking ass and taking names songs. This past weekend, I made a playlist of just these kinds of songs to bolster my mood after receiving a highly useless email containing some very unwelcome news. The playlist contained a motley mix of songs by female country artists (Jo Dee Messina, Miranda Lambert, Lee Ann Womack), relatively recent pop hits, and some stuff by indie singer-songwriters. (I have eclectic musical tastes… guilty as charged.)
I put this song on the playlist, too. I love it to no end. It’s a valentine to courage, to making your own choices, and it delivers (at least in my opinion) a bigger “FUCK YOU” than Cee-Lo to those that have gotten in your way or otherwise caused you pain.
I went on a bit of a tirade on social media yesterday. I saw something in my news feed which incensed the ever-loving crap out of me and instead of curling up with it and internalizing it (though it did elicit a few tears) I decided to fucking DO something about it.
So here’s what happened. (Trigger Warning: Epic snark/body-shaming ahead.) A friend and former colleague of mine who travels a lot for work, posted the following on Facebook yesterday morning:
Airport gate waiting area Fact: skinny jeans are for SKINNY people. I mean, it says it right there in the name. Otherwise they would be called Muffin Top Jeans… This has been your airport gate waiting area fact of the day. You’re welcome.