Whew!
So these past couple weeks have been wild! I had a poetry reading, an old college friend passed away, my sister had a baby (and moved out of the ghetto!), I started the 21 Day Yoga Challenge, and one of my best friends turned 30 (I feel a bit gross about the order of this list, regarding priority and importance to the chi of it all, but whatever). E. and I drove up to Massachusetts to meet baby Olivia, who turned out to not really be much of a conversationalist but adorable nonetheless. We also helped her parents move. In a snowstorm. It actually worked out well for E. and I, timing wise. Because he brought his mountain bike and I brought my running shoes (though I should have brought my waterproof trail shoes, for how snowy it already was there, having snowed the night we arrived) and spent a good chunk of Friday trampling though the snow-covered Wompatuck State Park near my parents house. I have one of those RunKeeper apps on my phone, so I got to see a neat little map of where I ran, all the times I got lost and all that, after the fact. I got in an hour's run, about 4.6 miles. Not bad for being in the woods, in the snow, not sure where to go. It was nice to breath that fresh air, anyway. Then I spent the 40 minutes or so before Evan got home practicing yoga in the basement, which was a wonderfully strong, limber practice for the late morning.The rest of the day was spent by the fire in their living room, then a nice seafood dinner, then some drinks with some other of my closest friends. Those people really make it hard to stay in Pittsburgh whenever I visit up north.
Anyway, it was good that we got our exercise in on Friday, because if we had moved on Friday we would have been snowbound all Saturday, which was moving day, and the day would have been a loss. I'll come out and say it. I love moving. Specifically, I love loading up the truck, moving things out of the old place. Moving things into the new place is nice too I suppose, but I think I like that more when it's my own junk. For someone else, I'm a get-it-outta-there kinda broad. I had a great time.
Anyway, we had the birthday party later, I consumed a solid 1,000 calories or so (give or take), and then we drove back - stopping between New Jersey and Philadelphia to attend the memorial for Melissa. It was really nice to meet her mom and brother, and to see some old friends from college, some of whom I haven't seen in 8 years or more. Bittersweet as life always is.
On the Wednesday before our road trip, I made Alton Brown's recipes for granola bars and power bars, both taken from the Power Trip episode of Good Eats. They were the perfect road trip food to keep us from pigging out at gas station convenience stores or at fast food joints along the way. The power bars were also a great pre-run nibble, just one bite of a bar and I felt good to go (until I made it home and had some Oreo cookies).
As for the yoga challenge.....Well the hardest part is updating my stats on the website. I don't have time for that crap, I mean look at how often I update this blog, and I actually enjoy this! Past that, I'm, like, pretty busy, you know? I try to get in a solid practice every day, but sometimes I do miss. I'm learning to play Boris The Spider on the bass, I have like 5 readings coming up (one of which is in Chicago at AWP, holla!), I had that road trip, and oh yeah, I fell on my bike again. This time, it's my poor, beautiful arms that are all messed up. Now I'll never be an elbow model. Today, Wednesday, is Ladies' Night at The Climbing Wall and I had plans to go with a friend or two. I'm still contemplating going, even if I can only do a couple easy ones. I'm worried about falling on my elbows again, but honestly I thought I had broken them for how insanely swollen they got and still were limber, and yet they don't hurt all that much. To the touch, sure, and achy of course they are, but not the way I expected an elbow injury to feel. You know, that horribly, tingy feeling of hitting one's elbow - "the funny bone"? So maybe it wouldn't be a big deal if I fell, which I'm sure I will since my arms are achy and tired feeling. We'll see how I feel after work. I can still ride my bike, anyway, so I'm a step ahead of the last time I took a spill....
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