After a tough day yesterday…
- I got a massage today for the first time in 5 or 6 years
- The cold brew coffee I made tasted so good!
- I had a super productive day at work, and I have no meetings the rest of the week.
After a tough day yesterday…
The Arthur Murray in Santa Monica keeps a very interesting blog. I love reading their articles – always very thought-provoking. The one on the 7th was fascinating to me. In it, David talks about “A genuine smile creates a magical environment. A smile comforts others and opens up the doors of trust, communication, and connection.” He talks about “leaving the negative behind and carrying light so others may see.”
I need to remember this. You see, there’s a lot of change coming into my life in the next six months in many different aspects. And some of it, I don’t yet know what it will look like on the other side. And I can handle change, but that much of it (with so many unknown outcomes) can be a bit much for me. It’s easy for me to get overwhelmed, which looks on the outside as grumpy. So I need to remember to smile and know that the smile will help others and will come back to me and help me.
Basically, I need to keep a positive attitude, trust that all will land in a place that will be great for me, rely on my friends, and smile.
(Oh! And guess what? Jason Bateman won the play-in round. And then he beat the number one seed!!)
August blogging challenge, day 13: Five of your all-time favorite movies
Only five? Yikes! Here goes…
1. “Arsenic and Old Lace”
Such a funny comedy. And Cary Grant at his finest.
2. “12 Angry Men”
Henry Fonda is amazing in this movie, plus it’s a great message for everyone.
3. “Blades of Glory”
I love Will Farrell. And I saw this one on the day it was released. It was a great day with a dear friend. And the movie is hilarious.
4. “Love, Actually”
England. Christmas. Love stories. Colin Firth. ‘Nuff said.
5. (Tie because I can’t narrow it down to five) “A Night at the Opera” and “Singin’ in the Rain”
The Marx Brothers, they make me laugh every time. And Gene Kelly.
August blogging challenge, day 9: A regret
I firmly believe that everything that’s happened in my life so far has made me who I am today. So I really can’t regret a lot of things in my life. But I do regret not trying ballroom dancing the first time I wanted to do so, which was in college. Who knows what could have been different now had I gotten outside my comfort zone and danced at 20 instead of waiting til I was 38?
But I try not to dwell on it because I can’t change it. All I can do is learn from it – try to push myself outside my comfort zone. And to dance now as much as I can.
I ran so far away…welcome to your new earworm. Anyway, this week is the week I can start to “ease back into” running and dancing. So yesterday, I went to the gym, and I ran.
I was so nervous. What if there was pain? How much had my running regressed? If this didn’t go well, what would dancing be like?
So much anxiety over a treadmill. I didn’t really know how to “ease back into” running. The consensus on Facebook was to do a couch-to-5K program again but skip days as I got closer to 100%. So I was planning to do week one, day one: walk 5 minutes, alternate jog 1 minute and walk 1.5 minutes for 20 minutes, then walk 5 minutes. I got on the treadmill and walk 5 minutes. Then came time for the jogging interval. I set it at the speed I was doing before I broke my foot (don’t worry, that was a slow speed) and took a few running steps.
And there was no pain! Oh I was so relieved. So I kept doing it. I did the whole 30 minutes.
And realized I am out of shape. It’s amazing how quickly in 8 weeks you can go downhill. My heart rate at the end of the 30 minutes was higher than it was at the end of 2.5 miles right before I broke my foot.
Gross. But I figure it’ll come back quickly, and I’ll be running the full 2.5 miles in no time. And by no time, I mean like 6 weeks. Which is a total guess – I really have no idea how long it’ll take.
My foot today feels OK. It doesn’t hurt per se and it’s not sore, but I can feel that muscles were used that haven’t been used in a while. The doctor said that discomfort was OK but pain was not. So I think I’m OK.
I’m just so glad to get back and MOVE again. I missed it.
And tomorrow…I get to DANCE again!
I’m FINALLY getting over my cold. This whole week, I’ve barely had energy to do anything but go to work.
And I’ve missed writing. I’ve missed reading and posting and knitting. Luckily this weekend I don’t have a lot going on, so I’m hoping to catch up on some stuff and get back in the groove. I need to start doing yoga again – I haven’t been able to with my cold, and I can tell the difference.
But hey, I actually made it to the gym this week! I had taken a week off to rest my shins, and then I got the cold. Which meant no running for me. This time, I decided to use an app to help me increase my running in a safe and reliable way. So I downloaded the active.com Couch to 5K app.
(It’s got a couch in the logo!)
A few of my friends have used it and really liked it. I did training session one on Thursday, and it went well. I went further and burned more calories using it (even though my overall speed was lower) than I did running on my own. So I’m going to try day two tomorrow.
And I promise to get back into the swing of things.
My niece LB had a figure skating competition today at Mariucci Arena at the U of M.
Have I mentioned she’s an awesome figure skater? Like for real. She’s a senior in high school, and she sent an audition tape to the Disney on Ice people. They wanted to see her for a live audition when they were here in town earlier this month. She said it went well, and she’ll hear from them in March. If they hire her, she’ll work for them for a year before starting college. Cool experience, huh? I’m jealous.
Anyway, I’ve missed her last few competitions, so I really wanted to go to today’s. Her short program was at 11:45 and her long program was at 3:15.
(It’s so fun to talk to her about figure skating, because some things are very similar to dancing. Especially since she does some kind of figure skating that has an official name which I forget, but it’s basically synchronized ice dancing as a group. So we can talk about rhinestones and the gluing thereof, fake eyelashes, cha cha arm styling, and lots of other stuff.)
My brother (who is her dad) was going as were my parents. My parents were planning to stay there the whole afternoon, but I needed to come home after the first entry to get stuff done. So we drove separately. My mother can’t walk all the way from the parking ramp, so my dad was going to drop her off and then go park. Mariucci uses the operations door for events like this, so Dad was going to drop her off there.
When I was about 3 blocks from the parking ramp, my brother called to tell me that they were using the main lobby door off Oak St (the one in the picture) and charging $5 to get in. Unfortunately, my parents don’t turn on their cell phone. (It’s for emergencies only, so why turn it on?) So he and I figured they would figure it out.
I met Dad by accident in the parking ramp. I told him what TB said. We thought Mom would be waiting for us at the operations door, and we’d just meet her there and then go to the main lobby.
But she wasn’t there.
Hmmm, maybe she went down to the main lobby door. So we walked down there, and she’s not in the lobby. OK, maybe she saw TB and went up the escalator already. Then we see TB at the top of the escalator waiting for us. We yelled to him to see if he had seen Mom, and he hadn’t.
WTF? Where is she?
OK. I said I’d go back to the operations door on the other side of the arena, in case we just missed her. At this point, it’s like 11:40 and LB is supposed to be skating at 11:45. I really didn’t want to miss her entry. So I ran around the arena.
I am not a runner. My knees HATE running. But I did it, and I got to the operations door and no Mom.
OK, I was starting to get worried. My mom has some memory issues (not Alzheimer’s or dementia, thank god but still scary at times). Did she wander off? I run to the doors opposite the main lobby doors. All locked, no Mom. Okaaayyyyy.
Then I run around the other side of the arena – maybe she was walking on that side to the main lobby. Nope, no Mom.
I got back to the main lobby. No Mom, no Dad, no TB. I paid my $5 and went up the escalator. I saw Dad and TB, and Mom wasn’t with them. Dad decided to walk around the concourse to see if she was there, I decided to go find security to help us, and TB decided to wait there. Off Dad and I went.
TB calls me a few minutes later. He found her. She was just standing on the concourse, watching warm-ups, waiting for us. Apparently, some worker had let her in the operations door and led her through the bowels of the arena up to the concourse.
I was mad with her. When I got back to the group, I told her that she absolutely needs to turn on her cell phone at events like this. She wasn’t happy I told her that. I told her we were worried about where she had gone. And then she got offended that I was treating her like an elderly woman. (Um, Mom, you kinda are one.)
Then I got super mad but didn’t say anything, because she was blaming Dad for giving her misinformation about which door to go in. “I was led to believe that the operations door was the correct one, but obviously I was misinformed.”
JESUS. I jumped in to try and help my dad by telling her that they usually use the operations door and that we only knew differently because TB had called my cell while I was driving there. (See? If you keep your cell on, you can get updates and correct info.)
All’s well that ends well. She was fine although a bit offend.
And most importantly, we got to see LB’s group skate, and they did GREAT!!!!!!!
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See ya there!
So I find myself at a crossroads in life, in a way. Due to various circumstances unrelated to each other, I am at a point of starting over in my life, kinda like I’m just out of college. Except that I’m not just out of college and I actually have a good job that makes decent money. Not a ton, but enough. And more importantly, I have the last 15-20 years of experience under my belt. Like most people in life, I have for the most part just kinda coasted through life doing things as they have presented themselves.
But I’ve never sat back and thought about who do I want to be and what kind of life do I want? I’m not talking major changes like let’s sell everything and move to Russia. (Is it still Russia? I’ve lost track of world geography.) I’m just talking about trying to deliberately steer my life instead of floating on the current.
So this blog is going to be my record of this journey.