I've been stuck in a funk for the last week. Work, family, body, hormones, personal life-- everything is sort of out of whack. It should sort for the most part in the next couple of days, thank God.
I'm super frustrated at my body (as can be evidenced by yesterday's post). I'm ready for my knee to stop feeling rubbery and sore after exertion. I feel like no matter how much I rest or how normal it feels between exercise, once I torque it at all it starts acting up. Justin is thankfully very sympathetic-- he has even higher expectations of his body than I do of mine. I just hope that maintaining a moderate exercise level until "boot camp" starts in mid-June will keep me from re-injuring during the program.
Also, I would like to note, lest there is any confusion caused by the last post's comments-- I actually *do not* consider myself an athlete. I would like to think I am athletic, that is, possessing some of the qualities of an athlete. I pride myself on strength, endurance, a sense of adventure, and a degree of physical acumen. But as far as traditional sports or feats of athleticism go, I've never had much interest. I don't typically follow to the cycle of training/competition that I ascribe to being an athlete (noun), however, I do consider myself athletic (adjective). There's a really great discussion on the topic in the Runner's World forum.
[In an interesting and related side-story, I do remember having mixed feelings about the group of walkers in the Portland marathon who held signs declaring "I am an athlete." I certainly recognized their need to defend themselves but at the same time I knew that 26.2 miles was no small feat for most of them even at a walking pace. Even afterwards, I had mixed feelings about the sign... maybe it was too in-your-face for my tastes. Even still, it's a nice reminder that athletics seem to have a rather subjective definition.]
So! Justin and I are driving down to Oregon for the long weekend to do some camping/hiking with Llama-friends. I'm very much looking forward to getting outdoors and enjoying some of the great weather we've been having because I've been stuck in the office for many of the nicest days this week and last. And alas, I've accrued just enough of a (small) chunk of credit card debt to feel like I'm working my ass off just to be totally broke after I bank my paycheck. I ought to dent that sucka in the next few days too, knock on wood.
After work today I had what was probably my 10th or so guitar lesson. I actually managed to practice some over the last two weeks and therefore my teacher and I could actually progress a bit during our hour together. It was a nice feeling. He's got me working on some finger picking, putting together a more complicated tune. And I just learned me how to play Country Roads! I love my guitar. :)
In other news, my baby tetras are doing relatively well. Five of the six have survived. The sixth, who was the runt of the "litter" died today. He wasn't growing like the others and I can only assume he was having trouble eating or digesting the brine shrimp. The rest of the hatch are getting bigger and soon I'll be able to let them out of their little quarantine because they'll be able to escape being eaten by the adult.
Anywho, those are all the little things I've got on my mind at the moment. We shall see what tomorrow brings.
Posted on May 22, 2007 @ 10:21 PM | 3 comments
I'm super frustrated at my body (as can be evidenced by yesterday's post). I'm ready for my knee to stop feeling rubbery and sore after exertion. I feel like no matter how much I rest or how normal it feels between exercise, once I torque it at all it starts acting up. Justin is thankfully very sympathetic-- he has even higher expectations of his body than I do of mine. I just hope that maintaining a moderate exercise level until "boot camp" starts in mid-June will keep me from re-injuring during the program.
Also, I would like to note, lest there is any confusion caused by the last post's comments-- I actually *do not* consider myself an athlete. I would like to think I am athletic, that is, possessing some of the qualities of an athlete. I pride myself on strength, endurance, a sense of adventure, and a degree of physical acumen. But as far as traditional sports or feats of athleticism go, I've never had much interest. I don't typically follow to the cycle of training/competition that I ascribe to being an athlete (noun), however, I do consider myself athletic (adjective). There's a really great discussion on the topic in the Runner's World forum.
[In an interesting and related side-story, I do remember having mixed feelings about the group of walkers in the Portland marathon who held signs declaring "I am an athlete." I certainly recognized their need to defend themselves but at the same time I knew that 26.2 miles was no small feat for most of them even at a walking pace. Even afterwards, I had mixed feelings about the sign... maybe it was too in-your-face for my tastes. Even still, it's a nice reminder that athletics seem to have a rather subjective definition.]
So! Justin and I are driving down to Oregon for the long weekend to do some camping/hiking with Llama-friends. I'm very much looking forward to getting outdoors and enjoying some of the great weather we've been having because I've been stuck in the office for many of the nicest days this week and last. And alas, I've accrued just enough of a (small) chunk of credit card debt to feel like I'm working my ass off just to be totally broke after I bank my paycheck. I ought to dent that sucka in the next few days too, knock on wood.
After work today I had what was probably my 10th or so guitar lesson. I actually managed to practice some over the last two weeks and therefore my teacher and I could actually progress a bit during our hour together. It was a nice feeling. He's got me working on some finger picking, putting together a more complicated tune. And I just learned me how to play Country Roads! I love my guitar. :)
In other news, my baby tetras are doing relatively well. Five of the six have survived. The sixth, who was the runt of the "litter" died today. He wasn't growing like the others and I can only assume he was having trouble eating or digesting the brine shrimp. The rest of the hatch are getting bigger and soon I'll be able to let them out of their little quarantine because they'll be able to escape being eaten by the adult.
Anywho, those are all the little things I've got on my mind at the moment. We shall see what tomorrow brings.
Posted on May 22, 2007 @ 10:21 PM | 3 comments
Comments:
I will call you athletic once I see you run 50 miles in under 3 hours. Kthxbye.
By 
LazyLightning, at
6:21 AM, May 23, 2007
Why are you putting so much information on the Internet?!?! Someone could stalk you, seriously; I found a screenshot of your facebook account of GOOGLE, & it linked me to here. That is REALLY unsafe. You should be more careful.
By , at
10:29 AM, May 28, 2007
LOL. ^_^
By 
Kat, at
11:12 PM, May 28, 2007
