Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Rusted Running Feet


Plod, plod, plod. I jogged nonstop all the way around the block. Nearly one-quarter of a mile that first day. Yes, it was tough. On my lungs. On my knees. On my whole body.

Lumber, lumber, lumber.
The second day, I jogged, gasping, but nonstop, for half a mile.

When I got home, I told the Husband that my jogging went from  plod, plod, plod to lumber, lumber lumber.

The Husband asked, "How is plodding different from lumbering?"

The sound is different. It is.

Pad, pad, pad. My gait sounded like Molly the Cat's when she scoots across the kitchen floor in search of something mischievous to do. I went three-quarters of a mile that third day. I remembered to breath in through my nose and not my mouth. I tried not to think of the twinge in my right knee.

The fourth morning, I laid in bed thinking which route around the neighborhood would make one mile. And I thought about whether I ought to run at all. Maybe I ought to pay attention to the twinge that was now twanging in my right knee. It might go away after I stretched and rumbled along the street a bit. Or, it might tear.

I got out of bed and did my stretching exercises.  Afterwards, I decided for once in my life to pay attention to my body.

That was last week.

"Walking is just as good," the Husband said yesterday as we walked back from the bicycle shop where Tilda-Hilda was getting an extra-duty tire tube installed. "It's better for your knees."

"I know. I just miss the feeling of running."

It's been nearly 30 years since I ran -- excuse me, jogged -- on a regular basis. That was when I lived in San Francisco and ran every other day in Golden Gate Park. I liked going pad, pad, pad down the dirt paths, imagining that I was a village messenger bringing important news to the other villages. And, I liked participating in the fun races for the tee shirts. Actually the idea of doing a local 5K run in January got me motivated to see if I could actually do the motions of running again. Now I know.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Happy Thanksgiving!

Once Molly catches that turkey, I will start cooking.

I am grateful for many things. . .
the Husband, the Mama, and Molly the Cat.
the friends in my life.
the ability to live the life I choose.
the earth, the sun, the wind, and the water.
the unconditional love of God.
Peace, joy, love, and happiness to you, Dear Readers. 


Friday, November 21, 2014

Don't Take My Picture!


Lately, I've been helping the Mama pick up the leaves in the backyard. Even when it's about to rain or when the wind is being blustery. Why? Because the Mama is out there. And, she'll stay out there until she is a) satisfied that she has picked up as many leaves as she could before more fall from the trees,  or b) tired and has begun ranting about the next door neighbor's dirty tree that sheds lots and lots of clusters of red berries and skinny hard leaves, which are quite difficult to pick up.

After years of calling out the back window, "Come in, Mama, it's too cold!" Or,  "It's windy! Just wait until the wind stops." Or, "It's raining!" I now step outside, followed happily by Molly the Cat who has been cooped inside because the Mama decided it's too cold, windy, and/or rainy for her to be outdoors.   I usually head to the other side of the yard  with my favorite rake. The sooner the leaves are picked up, the sooner the Mama -- and Molly the Cat -- will come indoors.


Some days I bring my camera with me. Between building piles, I click away. Both the Mama and Molly the Cat dislike my taking photos of them. Today was no different. "Don't take my picture," the Mama said, bending to pick up another stray leaf.  Molly didn't say anything. She merely walked away or turned her back to me.

So, fine. I took a photo of my shadow. It reminded me of Peter Pan. By the way, notice Molly the Cat's tail in the picture?



Sunday, November 16, 2014

Aloha!


Last week,  I read a post by Manzanita at Wanna Buy a Duck about a blogger friend who was visiting her. She'd ended her post with a question: "Have you ever visited in person with a blogging buddy?" I thought that would be pretty cool to meet a fellow blogger in person. But, I figured the odds are slim since the bloggers I would love to meet one day live in such far away places as Montana, British Columbia, Hawaii, Australia, the East Coast, and Malaysia. And, these days, far-away traveling is not on the horizon for the Husband and me.

Ha! Was I proven wrong. About meeting blogger buddies in person, that is.

On Tuesday, I received an e-mail message from Courtney of Maui Jungalow. She and her husband were visiting in Silicon Valley for a couple of days and she wondered if I might be interested in getting together. Voila! The next day, the Husband and I met them at the motorcycle seat factory in our town where Courtney's husband was ordering a custom-made seat for the BMW bike that he was rebuilding.

From the moment Courtney and I said Aloha, we chattered away, stopping only to get into our cars to drive to a restaurant.  Over breakfast, the four of us talked story. Story after story. It's as if we hadn't seen each other for a long time, and we just picked up from where we had left off. Have you ever felt that way with folks you've just met?

Courtney gifted us with pretty shells from Hawaii. A bit of sand fell out of them, which is so cool.  I can't recall the names of the different shells, except for the sea anemone quills on the bottom left. They are all so lovely.

Mahalo, Courtney, for the Aloha shells and the visit. Hope to see you again in person. Maybe next time it'll be in your hometown.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Ready to Go!


Tomorrow, I start another 30-day challenge of keeping excessive, delicious carbohydrates out of my diet.

It's called the Sweet Fire Challenge, lead by nutrition education Mary Toscano. I completed another of her 30-day challenges in August. My poor eating and non-exercise habits began creeping back a few weeks ago, so when I learned about this new challenge, I decided to jump in before I gain back the pounds and inches I've lost, as well as lose all the sensibilities I've gained.

I'm doing the extreme challenge, which requires that I follow three simple rules from November 11 to December 10:
1. No food or alcohol after 7:30 p.m.
2. No foods with flour or with more than 20 grams of sugars per serving
3. Do 30 minutes of exercise, or do 7,000 steps, every day.

Soooooo, today, I ate sourdough bread and a maple old-fashioned doughnut for lunch. I'll probably have a bit more sourdough bread for dinner, along with three or four mini mini-chocolate-chip-cookies.  Yes, yes, I ate—and shall eat—veggies and protein with my meal.

I'm sure I can do this 30-day challenge. Again. With the help of Tilda-Hilda, my beautiful pink cruiser, of course.