I can tell you right away that I didn't make it to the gym this afternoon. I know. Not an interesting topic. I could go on to say that it was because I never fully felt warmed up all day long. It probably wasn't a wise decision for someone who is as much a cold-weather wuss as me to have worn a dress on the coldest day of the year to date. Okay, I know it's only the sixth day of the year but it was still the coldest day and I stayed cold the entire time. I know. Not an interesting topic.
This is what happens when I let myself become too cold. I can't help it. The brain freezes in place and unless I do something to warm it up thoroughly, and I do mean thoroughly, I might as well shut down, climb under the covers and make sure the charge on my nook has been taken care of because it's going to be a long night.
Winter, what a pesk.
TT
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Good run
No. No, Once upon a time today. Almost. I thought about it and even scribbled a bit on it but no. Aren't you glad?
I got myself to the gym yesterday afternoon and was able to get in a good five miles. I would have been happy with three or four but five was an added bonus. I had skipped the day before from having worked later than usual and felt tired. It was also darkly cloudy and had been threatening rain most of the day. Of course that made it feel colder than the true temperature and I let the combination seep it's way through me the way it can. Always in a bad way.
I had run Monday but it was a split workout. I had gotten 3/4 of a mile into a run on the treadmill when my cell rang. It was a pleasant call from Sonny and after explaining no, I had not bought a treadmill. Yes, I was at the gym and using theirs...we hung up and I finished off another 2.25 miles.
So I'm working at it. I was glad to see I had gotten in five miles yesterday. There is a race I had considered traveling to on Saturday but I was nixed on that one. It was too far away and too soon after holidays...lots of good reasons. The thought that kept going through my head was if I could still run the 6.2 miles of that race after all my lagging and lazy off times. Yesterday kind of reinforced that I could.
So hopefully, it will be the gym again today even if it's three or four miles. I am already looking forward to it.
Yes, I am.
TT
I got myself to the gym yesterday afternoon and was able to get in a good five miles. I would have been happy with three or four but five was an added bonus. I had skipped the day before from having worked later than usual and felt tired. It was also darkly cloudy and had been threatening rain most of the day. Of course that made it feel colder than the true temperature and I let the combination seep it's way through me the way it can. Always in a bad way.
I had run Monday but it was a split workout. I had gotten 3/4 of a mile into a run on the treadmill when my cell rang. It was a pleasant call from Sonny and after explaining no, I had not bought a treadmill. Yes, I was at the gym and using theirs...we hung up and I finished off another 2.25 miles.
So I'm working at it. I was glad to see I had gotten in five miles yesterday. There is a race I had considered traveling to on Saturday but I was nixed on that one. It was too far away and too soon after holidays...lots of good reasons. The thought that kept going through my head was if I could still run the 6.2 miles of that race after all my lagging and lazy off times. Yesterday kind of reinforced that I could.
So hopefully, it will be the gym again today even if it's three or four miles. I am already looking forward to it.
Yes, I am.
TT
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Mid-week
Once upon a time there was a...
No wait. That was yesterday right? I don't think I have time this early morning before work to get an entire fairy tale conceived, written and edited. I might try writing a fairy tale some time. It might be a good exercise. I mean, it already has some sort of formula so the outline is already written but no. Not today or even soon, maybe. I'll put it into that folder of ideas I'm supposed to be keeping somewhere for a later date.
Today, I am working through the first week back to everyday routines. It's mid-way through and if I am fair about it I would have to say I am doing well.
I have kept focused on the amount of work and even kept my cool when the overload started pouring in. Although I haven't put in many running miles this week I have put in some and it's only mid-week so I need to focus on doing a few more. I have made some progress with my writing even if it isn't visual to anyone. I have tightened up some ideas that seemed loose to me before and I am at the point to begin again.
I have positives to work from and will keep at it.
So once upon a time there was an ordinary woman that was mid-week into what had always been a total drudge of a routine. She was overworked and given assignments that were seemingly impossible to accomplish. Not only did she have to deal with these assignments but was interrupted continually with minor issues that took up extra time and distracted her from her priorities. She could easily be dragged into the negativity that seemed to surround her.
She wished for the time she could leave this place and find her favorite escape. She longed for a run with the weather bright and warm. She hadn't been consistent and had been lacking in even getting herself to do this simple pleasure for herself. She would think of how many times she had talked herself out of going and now she had less than a few short miles to show for the week. She started to reprimand herself about that fact that she should have used the time not running to at least write some words. It was something she told herself she was determined to do and yet even with extra time borrowed from another activity she hadn't taken advantage of it. Poor, miserable ordinary woman...
It could have gone like that it hasn't, not for a moment. I hadn't even thought about it like that.
Careful, fairy tales can be grim.
TT
No wait. That was yesterday right? I don't think I have time this early morning before work to get an entire fairy tale conceived, written and edited. I might try writing a fairy tale some time. It might be a good exercise. I mean, it already has some sort of formula so the outline is already written but no. Not today or even soon, maybe. I'll put it into that folder of ideas I'm supposed to be keeping somewhere for a later date.
Today, I am working through the first week back to everyday routines. It's mid-way through and if I am fair about it I would have to say I am doing well.
I have kept focused on the amount of work and even kept my cool when the overload started pouring in. Although I haven't put in many running miles this week I have put in some and it's only mid-week so I need to focus on doing a few more. I have made some progress with my writing even if it isn't visual to anyone. I have tightened up some ideas that seemed loose to me before and I am at the point to begin again.
I have positives to work from and will keep at it.
So once upon a time there was an ordinary woman that was mid-week into what had always been a total drudge of a routine. She was overworked and given assignments that were seemingly impossible to accomplish. Not only did she have to deal with these assignments but was interrupted continually with minor issues that took up extra time and distracted her from her priorities. She could easily be dragged into the negativity that seemed to surround her.
She wished for the time she could leave this place and find her favorite escape. She longed for a run with the weather bright and warm. She hadn't been consistent and had been lacking in even getting herself to do this simple pleasure for herself. She would think of how many times she had talked herself out of going and now she had less than a few short miles to show for the week. She started to reprimand herself about that fact that she should have used the time not running to at least write some words. It was something she told herself she was determined to do and yet even with extra time borrowed from another activity she hadn't taken advantage of it. Poor, miserable ordinary woman...
It could have gone like that it hasn't, not for a moment. I hadn't even thought about it like that.
Careful, fairy tales can be grim.
TT
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Tell me a story
Remember when every story started with Once upon a time...
There was usually a beautiful princess that had been stripped of her position and forced to stay in a tower or scrub and serve greedy step-mothers. There was a prince that had everything but always bored and dissatified with his shallow life and had nothing that gave it real meaning. They would go about their separate lives day to day hoping for something better but not doing a whole lot else except what they would normally do. They would continue to scrub floors or gaze out on a kingdom from a throne.
It was a good thing they had some creative story writers to get these well meaning but purposeless (albeit beautiful) people into motion. There would be a jealous woman that wanted to make sure the princess never got her position back. Her deeds would force the story to take a different path which was more interesting and conjure fire breathing dragons and crumbling castles which held keys to solving the riddles of happiness. It would force the prince off his throne and take the princess from her clean floors and force them both into a different action. Then after all was conquered, the jealous woman gone, and the dragons and castles now transformed into a shiny and sparkling piece of real estate the prince and princess would be forever united and race toward their Happily ever after...
I wonder sometimes if people don't realize they are their own storytellers for their own lives. What if the beautiful people didn't wait around for others' deeds to force them into taking action but made their own choices? What is the princess said she wasn't going to scrub any more floors at home? What if she initiated that action? What if she went out and took a position in a hotel instead? She might have to work for it but she would be opening the door to other opportunities and wouldn't be held hostage to the greedy step-mother. She might be able to own that hotel one day. What if the prince stopped waiting for someone to entertain him but thought about what he could do with his many resources? His first attempts might still bore him but there would be a greater chance it would lead him to something that would finally get his interest if he made the effort.
They would be making their own choices and feeling better about themselves in the process. Then I bet that prince would meet a princess when he was stopping out at a local hotel which might just lead to a more realistic ending...
I sometimes wonder how much conjuring we could do for themselves if we only tried to make our own stories more interesting for ourselves instead of waiting for a fantasy to unfold.
TT
There was usually a beautiful princess that had been stripped of her position and forced to stay in a tower or scrub and serve greedy step-mothers. There was a prince that had everything but always bored and dissatified with his shallow life and had nothing that gave it real meaning. They would go about their separate lives day to day hoping for something better but not doing a whole lot else except what they would normally do. They would continue to scrub floors or gaze out on a kingdom from a throne.
It was a good thing they had some creative story writers to get these well meaning but purposeless (albeit beautiful) people into motion. There would be a jealous woman that wanted to make sure the princess never got her position back. Her deeds would force the story to take a different path which was more interesting and conjure fire breathing dragons and crumbling castles which held keys to solving the riddles of happiness. It would force the prince off his throne and take the princess from her clean floors and force them both into a different action. Then after all was conquered, the jealous woman gone, and the dragons and castles now transformed into a shiny and sparkling piece of real estate the prince and princess would be forever united and race toward their Happily ever after...
I wonder sometimes if people don't realize they are their own storytellers for their own lives. What if the beautiful people didn't wait around for others' deeds to force them into taking action but made their own choices? What is the princess said she wasn't going to scrub any more floors at home? What if she initiated that action? What if she went out and took a position in a hotel instead? She might have to work for it but she would be opening the door to other opportunities and wouldn't be held hostage to the greedy step-mother. She might be able to own that hotel one day. What if the prince stopped waiting for someone to entertain him but thought about what he could do with his many resources? His first attempts might still bore him but there would be a greater chance it would lead him to something that would finally get his interest if he made the effort.
They would be making their own choices and feeling better about themselves in the process. Then I bet that prince would meet a princess when he was stopping out at a local hotel which might just lead to a more realistic ending...
I sometimes wonder how much conjuring we could do for themselves if we only tried to make our own stories more interesting for ourselves instead of waiting for a fantasy to unfold.
TT
Monday, January 3, 2011
Amp it
I am beginning this first week of the newest year by sitting here with my regular routine before work. There is a difference today in that I have my newest powersong CRANKED! Good thing I am upstairs but I still might be disturbing this early thick silence by not only piercing it but by completely shattering it. Shards flying everywhere. Run for cover, shield your faces, someone might get hurt.
I would say sorry but 'ya know...not.
I take a lot of simple pleasures from small things and finding this song is one of those things. What better way to start a cloudy, cold morning back to the grinding standard than to shake up the old with a lashing of driven power contained within the body of notes, instruments and vocals! Ahhh, wow. Take me there. Amp it. Fill that shot glass to the brim and down it fast. Feel the initial burn and the heat spread energizing all the way down to the tips of my fingers and toes. Let it swell and expand and rejuvenate.
And for me it's all simply contained in a song...to start the first week and the newest year.
If you haven't already, I hope you find your powersong soon. I've already got my cranked. Boom-lay, boom-lay, boom!
TT
I would say sorry but 'ya know...not.
I take a lot of simple pleasures from small things and finding this song is one of those things. What better way to start a cloudy, cold morning back to the grinding standard than to shake up the old with a lashing of driven power contained within the body of notes, instruments and vocals! Ahhh, wow. Take me there. Amp it. Fill that shot glass to the brim and down it fast. Feel the initial burn and the heat spread energizing all the way down to the tips of my fingers and toes. Let it swell and expand and rejuvenate.
And for me it's all simply contained in a song...to start the first week and the newest year.
If you haven't already, I hope you find your powersong soon. I've already got my cranked. Boom-lay, boom-lay, boom!
TT
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Oh, hi
This is what I step upstairs into each morning. It's pretty much all mine and where I spend a good deal of time. Sometimes it is to sit facing these two windows and gaze out the front of the house. It is a good view of the street and since I am on the second floor I have a wider range without much movement.
Most times I am gazing into the screen of my laptop like something interesting might happen. That is usually when I will see something interesting outside. Something like a neighbor walking or running and I know then I have spent too much time laptop gazing and should go out and do something more productive.
This is what I see if I turn away from the window. My worktable is an added bonus since I have space to spread stuff out. I don't think I have been using it to it's best capacity.
I realize I need to do some housekeeping. The camera charger and the scissors need to be stowed. The expired desk calendar can be recycled. Magazines. I won't renew the subscriptions but I need to get through the ones I have and recycle those too. I can get most of their information online, in fact, one already sends me emailed articles.
Here is where I am right now. I don't mean to rush you off and thanks for stopping by but there is another document I want to get started working on so I hope you have a good day.
If it warms up a bit I might be able be at a stopping point and be that neighbor running.
That way, after doing both, I will have been twice as productive.
TT
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Not just luck
1.1.11 has arrived. It feels good. It feels positive. It feels right.
We rang in the New Year with a traditional glass of champagne after waiting out the ticking of the clock toward midnight. We did it simply. We sat together around the kitchen table. We listened to some music, we talked about nothing in particular, and we laughed at almost everything. It felt good. It felt positive. It felt right.
We ended 2010 looking forward to 2011. I am very much looking forward to 2011 and today it starts. I am making my motto for this year to commit to the work. That doesn't seem so positive at first glance. Eugh. Work. No.
But yes. Let me fill in the rest of the motto.
My motto for this year is to commit to the work in the fun things I do and I will be able to go through any finish line I wish to cross.
That's it. It isn't just about running. It's about any thing I really want to do. I can say and talk about lots of things I like to do but, for me, unless I commit to work at those things I will never really take them and me where I would like to go with them. And I feel good and positive about committing to the work that I need to do this year to take my likes further. I think it will be fun. I know it will be work. I know it will be right.
But, just in case, I started out 1.1.11 with another tradition. This one isn't so much work as it is luck but it wouldn't be a new year without it.
Lunch is served...
Happy New Year!
TT
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