First, it was skin care. And now, my social life is cramping my exercise routine. But, wait, perhaps instead… my social life is helping me reframe my exercise routine. I also now realize that on many days, I can easily meet the 30 minutes goal.
Yesterday, I had plans to meet friends after work to watch the IU-Purdue game. Eric, a friend I’ve known since high school, was in town for training with his job (Microsoft). Celeste, a friend I hadn’t seen for awhile and who is also from Indiana, was meeting us along with Eric’s friends from work. I had brought clothes to work to change into and climb up some hills as a break during the day, but that didn’t happen.
Luckily, the walk from the bus to the bar (Buckley’s in Belltown) was a good 15 or 20 minutes, at a brisk pace (X two, since I caught the bus home at the end of the night, too).
Today, I had a non-rehearsal rehearsal dinner to attend shortly after work. I took yoga clothes to work but the class in my building is no longer happening. Drat. But I also had a dentist’s appointment downtown in the morning. Walk there and back: Approximately 30 minutes. And instead of yoga at home before dinner, I tried a 15-minute DIY barre workout from Daily Candy and Andie Hecker, celebrity trainer to Miranda Kerr, Ginnifer Goodwin and Natalie Portman. Hecker’s Ballet Bodies site is inspiring photog-wise and perfect for me, the one who is craving dancer’s legs.
So there you have it. I’m still on target for the 40 days. I’m a little worried about tomorrow, since I am leaving work early for a wedding and am not sure I’ll have time for a workout during the day. Plus, I have to haul the party dress to work. Do I want to also bring workout clothes, or can the workout be the dance party after dinner? We are also walking to the courthouse for the wedding – could that perhaps be a 30-minute walk, total? See – social life dilemmas hit me once again. I have a feeling I’ll be ready for the weekend, and some actual gym time. Short-term goal: Finally hit the pool.
Thwarted with my swimming plan, but that’s OK. I had a laser treatment today for my face, and hadn’t planned ahead when starting the 40 days that this would interfere with swimming. Such is life. Laser treatments and skin care are important to me and are perhaps part of the reason why my own father doesn’t realize my age. In all fairness, I don’t remember his age either.
Swimming was out, and yoga probably wasn’t a great idea. My left knee was aching a bit when I went to bed last night, and I realized that I probably should have iced it after the yoga, stairs, yoga routine on days one to three of 40.
But walking was in. And I needed to go to the store. I felt really cold on the way home, even though it was in the mid-40s today. Could I drive to the store and walk somewhere, and still get at least 30 minutes of exercise in? Probably not, and gosh, how wimpy of me. As one of our researchers would say, it’s all about the right clothing. It doesn’t matter what the weather is. A long-sleeve shirt and fleece jacket with hat did the trick. And gloves. iPod on Father John Misty to reminisce about the awesome concert the other night.
In the end: 40 minutes or so of walking. Groceries procured, lunch ready for tomorrow. And another look at the latest episode of Girls.
Up next: Most likely another walk. I’m meeting friends after work to watch the IU game.
90 minutes of yoga at Samadhi with Steve. Backbends on blocks, tilted against the wall. First with the hands (easy enough) and second with the blocks. I felt too shaky and then Steve decided it was better to have the blocks on the floor. We were the guinea pigs and it was an experiment.
Strength moves and core work. Triangle, without putting weight into the hand reaching for the knee, calf or the ground. I felt slightly stronger than even just a few days ago, though I couldn’t do the move with two blocks where I hold my entire body weight up. Only one foot felt like moving. Another goal to aim for, in addition to the dancer’s legs.
108 chants of Santosha near the end of class. Contentment, or satisfaction. I felt distracted at certain times, thinking about work or “sorry, I can’t make it” or reluctant ends to a friendship when I should have been breathing into it. I know it’s part of the process.
Day 4: Plan of the moment is swimming, which gets back to yesterday’s theme. And also moves from class tonight. Face down on the mat, left arm forward, right leg back and up, look over your left shoulder. Keep swimming.
Keep swimming is the advice B. provided the other day. Starting anew in 2013, and approaching the end of January. The loss of a friendship that had run its course and moving on from others in my past, too (not so much my choice on the latter). It is time to shake up my own world a bit.
I’ve been too sporadic with my workouts and not consistent with eating mostly healthy, so I’m embarking on my own 40 days regimen that has become popular in the yoga realm. Day 1, yesterday, yoga for 90 minutes. Class with Steve at Samadhi. Working up a sweat during the flow because of that sporadic thing I mention above.
Day 2, today. Original plan: Swimming at the gym I recently joined ($29/ month – a bargain for access to a pool!). But I didn’t have a great night’s sleep last night and knew I’d need to get a photo taken with it being my first time to the gym. So I opted instead for a stair climb in the ‘hood. Walking there and three sets of stairs: 40 minutes. Another 15 to 20 minutes walking home from there. “Somebody more like you” playing on the iPod.
I read frequently about the difference that 30 minutes a day can make, and I haven’t put it into action. I suppose I’m reading about it a bit more because of the New Year. I’m using the 40 days as a kick start to a better balance in my life, and look forward to keeping track of the days and work outs, and making myself accountable via this blog. I suppose this is my super low-tech version of a Nike FuelBand, which local blogger Monica Guzman has covered in her tech & life column that runs in The Seattle Times.
My other goal in the months to come, and fodder for a future blog: Dancer’s legs or the equivalent for me. Inspired after seeing the mind-blowing Compagnie Marie Chouinard last night at Meany Hall.
Day 3 tomorrow: return to Samadhi.