Working out and other late breaking news.
April 4th, 2012 Comments Off
I generally judge my workout intensity by how badly my butt hurts when I walk up the stairs to my office the next day. That slight twinge of pain in my butt and thighs is a welcome feeling and I think it tricks my brain into thinking that even after one workout everything is so much firmer and tighter back there.
T and I went running Sunday. It actually felt very good even with some anticipatory nausea, but my legs and lungs both held out for a pretty standard run. This run however has been haunting my @ss for the past 3 days, each day hurting even worse… Ok, maybe not hurting, but there are things that have tightened up in my legs that make stairs an interesting study in Kinesiology.
So now the question is, do I run again and risk even tighter legs the next three days, or will it help loosen them up?
Two months of free time…
April 28th, 2011 § 1 Comment
It’s finally finished, the never ending afghan… I ended up making 2 separate last minute trips to the yarn store to get enough yarn to finish it off. Edging takes up a lot more yarn that I had imagined!
So here’s how I had it finished off last night:
I snuggled with that most of these evening, just relishing in the fact that I had finally completed it. Soon the yarn store smell got old and I chose to wash it and this is how it came out of the laundry this morning:
That is such warm fuzzy felty goodness!
Post Lunch Lull
April 27th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Here I sit in my post “Sushi Wednesday” sleepy haze, my allergies are doing me no favors, and the weather not doing anything for my allergies, I’ve been thinking…
It’s been over 4 years since the tornado and I really thought I was over it. Been there, recovered, rebuilt, and moved on… But getting coffee the other day I realized how I’m not really over it.
I saw the front page of some news paper and the photo was of a house torn apart nearly exactly like ours was. It was a long narrow ranch house missing a roof and a front wall exposing what was left inside to all of the world.
I nearly burst into tears. Just knowing how it feels to stand there and have no clue as to what you are supposed to do next…
And then this morning hearing a father’s account of a tornado… Breaking glass and slamming doors, then the crack of the roof all while he held on to his kids behind a door. It made my stomach turn.
I’d better get busy and put of dealing with this some more….
