Sunday, March 20, 2011

Today I Discovered Them- Under the Bed

Look at them all. In all their stinky white glory.

I have a bad habit of wearing socks to bed only to unconsciously push them off in the middle of the night. I've felt like I always go spelunking to the foot of the bed to dig them out in the morning, but apparently -obviously- that's been less than true. So, I'll be back to working out in matched socks, which is quite a relief. My type-A self really cannot handle the toes on my socks being two different shades of pink.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

To Whom It May Concern

Dear World,

If you happened to run into me today, and I seemed sad, mad, cranky, disillusioned, or overwhelmed- rest assured I wasn't.

I just have this-stupid-cold.

And stay away from my classroom. We are a cold festering machine.


A Sickie (aka SnotFace)

p.s. in case you didn't know, neti pots and downward dog do not mix well.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Here I Raise

When I was in college, I spent a summer in Mexico soaking up the sun under the guise of earning credits. Having gone to a Christian university, one of the classes I took was on Christian faith. In this class we explored our life story and God's workings within it. As part of my presentation, I went out to the back lot and found my very own "Ebeneezer" or stone of help. (Hopefully, I didn't have to declare rocks on returning to the States.) As told in the Bible, the prophet Samuel set aside a remembrance rock to remind God's people that "Thus far the Lord has brought us." It was a very meaningful exercise for me at the time, and I have held onto it for the past seven years. Like most anyone, I haven't thought about the rock in a while, and quite honestly, I don't remember or listen to God as much as I should.

This year, though, with the approach of Lent, remembering has been much on my heart. Our small group's discussions on Crazy Love have prompted us to decide collectively to fast during this season and take time to listen and deepen our love for God. Eric gave the homily at an Ash Wednesday service today, and this has prompted good talks in our family about putting Him first.

When I picked up my Ebeneezer today, I read phrases of events on there that I had completely forgotten. And I'm glad that I could remember. But I'm also ready to move forward.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

It's Probably Cause They Are Cooler than Me

Alright all you gym membership folk out there.... time to sympathize or empathize!

So when I go to the gym, in addition to burning a few calories and perhaps building some muscle tone, I people watch. Hey, everyone should have a motivator. And as I was people watching today while attempting to do something to my legs in time for swimsuit season, I came upon this realizations:

A: Some people inherently look awesome as they work out, like they were born in a gym.
B: Some people look like they have no clue what they're doing.

I say look like because sometimes they are actually doing a great workout. It just doesn't look pretty.

I am a B (not to be confused with my personality). I can't seem to walk straight on the Stair Master. I adjust the leg machines about 20 times to find the perfect weight and height. I always seem like I am in someone's way when I'm lifting dumbbells for my arms. And while kickboxing might be fun.... well, yes. My jab is less than awe-inspiring to say the least.

I am not sure what the criterion is for looking like you and the gym are one, but please I'd love some tips!