I woke early, thinking that the only way to get my exercise in today would be to do it early. A one mile swim is a pleasant way to start the day, even if it is a little out of focus. My eyes were too tired to try out my contacts so early, so I went boldly naked-eyed. This is something I have done plenty of times, but usually in different light. The end of the pool repeatedly came sooner than I was expecting, and a few times I jammed my already blackened fingernail into the cement wall. A bit of a shock, but no further harm done.
Work was good, I got loads done. But by the end of the day, that tiny tickle that teased for so long, blossomed into a full blown runny nose.
I left class early, and am now determined to get into my giant bed and sleep and sleep and sleep. I keep asking myself: what happened to all that mental toughness? These days, I just want to sleep.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Day 331:
We ran tonight, in a new and fun location on trail in Foothill Ranch. It was dark, so going was really slow. But we ran up hills, setting markers to work toward and keep us moving. 4.6 miles and it felt good.
Class tomorrow, long day ahead, starting with a 5:45 swim. Gotta get to bed.
Class tomorrow, long day ahead, starting with a 5:45 swim. Gotta get to bed.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Day 330: Rest day
This evening, just as the sun was about to set, JE took me to the beach for a little run. I have been feeling like I needed to move but also wanted to spend some time on the beach. It was a perfectly beautiful sunset, the kind that distorts perspective and magnifies color so that palm trees and buildings on Laguna Beach look like toys. It was a short run, undone by a dodgy high-tide and a multitude of tourists. We ran about a mile total, on the sand and rocks and through Heisler park. Fun.
I have a habit of taking photos, but not with my camera. When I see a man taking a photo of a woman with kids, I assume they are a family and offer my services as automated tripod. I have taken perhaps hundreds of photos this way. As we were finishing our walk/run, there was a huge family in one of the picnic areas taking photos. "Is this guy supposed to be in the picture?" I asked, coming up beside him. The whole group cheered. They were visiting family from Afghanistan. As we were leaving, they offered kabob. Meat on a stick? No need to ask twice! It was a bit of amazing, lamb, beef and chicken, all covered in garlicky green spiciness. They kept food coming at us and then it started getting awkward, we left with lots of thanks, smacking our lips. Such kindness!
Tonight, I broke my week down into hours. Provided I don't have to work overtime, I might be able to get everything done that I need too. This week, rather than breaking my workouts into AM/PM and on which days, I feel like I need to make a goal of distances. This class I am taking will be a lot easier after this show opens.
So my goals this week are:
Run: 20 miles
Swim: 3 miles
Bike: 26 miles
Circuit training: 2 half hour segments
JE won't be home this week--his project has been extended for a couple weeks. His work is incredibly deadline oriented, as is mine. The difference is that if I don't get something done, an actor goes on stage naked. Every deadline oriented job needs a live audience to improve the threat of impending doom... So, we made a huge baked pasta for JE to take to work so that I don't have to worry about him (I still will worry about him, I just won't have to take dinner to him).
I will make dinner that will also be lunch the next day for both of us.
Monday: Garlicky White beans and spring green salad
Tuesday: Sandwich (class night)
Wednesday: Tuscan Bread Soup
This is really hard right now to even think about. My week feels daunting, I need to finish a gift for my Gram's 92nd bday that is coming up really quick. We are making a book of Nuni and Sassathorne for her. She loves them and calls them the twins. Between that and drafting a pattern for JE's suit, making the mock up, I've got a really full plate. But I can do it, I have a goal that I'll not make public until I know for sure that I am heading that way. HEHEEE! It's a good one, and exciting! I just need to get through this week!
I have a habit of taking photos, but not with my camera. When I see a man taking a photo of a woman with kids, I assume they are a family and offer my services as automated tripod. I have taken perhaps hundreds of photos this way. As we were finishing our walk/run, there was a huge family in one of the picnic areas taking photos. "Is this guy supposed to be in the picture?" I asked, coming up beside him. The whole group cheered. They were visiting family from Afghanistan. As we were leaving, they offered kabob. Meat on a stick? No need to ask twice! It was a bit of amazing, lamb, beef and chicken, all covered in garlicky green spiciness. They kept food coming at us and then it started getting awkward, we left with lots of thanks, smacking our lips. Such kindness!
Tonight, I broke my week down into hours. Provided I don't have to work overtime, I might be able to get everything done that I need too. This week, rather than breaking my workouts into AM/PM and on which days, I feel like I need to make a goal of distances. This class I am taking will be a lot easier after this show opens.
So my goals this week are:
Run: 20 miles
Swim: 3 miles
Bike: 26 miles
Circuit training: 2 half hour segments
JE won't be home this week--his project has been extended for a couple weeks. His work is incredibly deadline oriented, as is mine. The difference is that if I don't get something done, an actor goes on stage naked. Every deadline oriented job needs a live audience to improve the threat of impending doom... So, we made a huge baked pasta for JE to take to work so that I don't have to worry about him (I still will worry about him, I just won't have to take dinner to him).
I will make dinner that will also be lunch the next day for both of us.
Monday: Garlicky White beans and spring green salad
Tuesday: Sandwich (class night)
Wednesday: Tuscan Bread Soup
This is really hard right now to even think about. My week feels daunting, I need to finish a gift for my Gram's 92nd bday that is coming up really quick. We are making a book of Nuni and Sassathorne for her. She loves them and calls them the twins. Between that and drafting a pattern for JE's suit, making the mock up, I've got a really full plate. But I can do it, I have a goal that I'll not make public until I know for sure that I am heading that way. HEHEEE! It's a good one, and exciting! I just need to get through this week!
Day 329: Sweeping
Waking up was nice, no alarm clock, just the sun in the window. Really, I think it was the room warming up as the sun grew hotter. We spent a good portion of the day lazing and making the house guest worthy. Tonight was our Subway reunion dinner.
We had two couples from the hike and we shared a meal and then had a "slide-show" on our projector. It was good fun. I made a couple awesome things. Lemon bars that rocked the free-world and tomatillo chicken that I made up as I went along (daring when there are guests involved).
After our guests left, JE and I cleaned up and then went for a little 4 mile run. It felt so good to move and be out there in the dark. I love that! It feels like I swept away some of that pesky cold that was trying to take up residence.
Tomatillo chicken
Saute 1 medium onion in olive oil.
process 1.25 pounds of peeled and washed tomatillos in a food processor until it looks like chunky salsa. Add to the onion and simmer until the liquid begins to evaporate. Add 1 tsp salt, 1/2 cup chicken stock, and 4 chicken breasts cut into chunks. Cook covered until chicken is done, adding liquid as needed.
We had two couples from the hike and we shared a meal and then had a "slide-show" on our projector. It was good fun. I made a couple awesome things. Lemon bars that rocked the free-world and tomatillo chicken that I made up as I went along (daring when there are guests involved).
After our guests left, JE and I cleaned up and then went for a little 4 mile run. It felt so good to move and be out there in the dark. I love that! It feels like I swept away some of that pesky cold that was trying to take up residence.
Tomatillo chicken
Saute 1 medium onion in olive oil.
process 1.25 pounds of peeled and washed tomatillos in a food processor until it looks like chunky salsa. Add to the onion and simmer until the liquid begins to evaporate. Add 1 tsp salt, 1/2 cup chicken stock, and 4 chicken breasts cut into chunks. Cook covered until chicken is done, adding liquid as needed.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Day 328:
I have been struck by plague. Or just the common cold. feeling like crap, and to top it off, I closed my index finger in the door. My fingernail went purple instantly and is now black and pulsing.
the beanbag awaits...
the beanbag awaits...
Day 327: Mine all Mine
Mr. Bingly came for his fitting today, I am making his frock coat and vest. It was fun to see him in it, with very few alterations needed to make it fit--just the sleeves (my greatest nemesis in the pattern drafting world). Now for the finish work. I am also making Mr. Bennet's coat and vest. Paloma, our designer, chose a really interesting linen blend for it, it's fun to work with. I'll fit that tomorrow.
It is nearly one am and JE isn't home from work yet. Poor guy, he is sick and has to work overtime on this crazy project. I made him a bowl of nourishing noodles with vegetables and chicken breast, so when he gets home he doesn't have to resort to his usual bowl of Cheerios.
Last night as I was washing dishes, it felt and sounded as though something really big had hit the house. This morning, as I tried to open the garage, the automatic door opener would not roll the door open. JE came down and figured out that the spring had broken. It shook the house!
Tonight, I moved my getting-rid-of-it-pile to the other side of the garage, making way for the car to change sides of the garage. However, it left the entire garage open for a really fun workout. Nike training kicks butt, but not my butt tonight! With the entire two car garage wide open, I danced my way through the recovery periods. I moved a mirror out to the garage so I could focus on my form. It seemed like I was watching my legs get smaller through the 45 minute workout. I guess with the contracting of muscles, they possibly did get smaller.When things got hard for me, I told myself that no one else wants me to do it. I am the only one I am working for, NO shortcuts!
It is nearly one am and JE isn't home from work yet. Poor guy, he is sick and has to work overtime on this crazy project. I made him a bowl of nourishing noodles with vegetables and chicken breast, so when he gets home he doesn't have to resort to his usual bowl of Cheerios.
Last night as I was washing dishes, it felt and sounded as though something really big had hit the house. This morning, as I tried to open the garage, the automatic door opener would not roll the door open. JE came down and figured out that the spring had broken. It shook the house!
Tonight, I moved my getting-rid-of-it-pile to the other side of the garage, making way for the car to change sides of the garage. However, it left the entire garage open for a really fun workout. Nike training kicks butt, but not my butt tonight! With the entire two car garage wide open, I danced my way through the recovery periods. I moved a mirror out to the garage so I could focus on my form. It seemed like I was watching my legs get smaller through the 45 minute workout. I guess with the contracting of muscles, they possibly did get smaller.When things got hard for me, I told myself that no one else wants me to do it. I am the only one I am working for, NO shortcuts!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Day 326:
How does it get to be 1am already? I feel a bit wired.
Work is fun, now that I am dealing with real fabric and people. It's like a little reward for doing so much math. Restate: For doing math correctly... It is a truly lovely thing when everything starts working together and fits and looks smooth and beautiful. sigh... The process is really only just beginning. There is so much detail and finishing work.
I just learned that our Mr. Darcy keeps bees on the roof of his 8 story building in LA. Sooooooo jealous. I tried to offer a trade of pie for honey, but alas, I think he misunderstood and offered a sample. Oh well.
JE just got home about half an hour ago. Time goes so quick. Tonight, I got home and by the time I went running, it was after 8. After my quick 3 miler, I sat reading Runner's World on the landing for around an hour. Totally ready to do this again. I need to find a goal. I know I work so much better that way--outward accountability.
A friend posted on her Facebook page the other day: "The greatest step toward success is self-confidence. The greatest builder of self-confidence is self-esteem, and self-esteem comes from doing the daily things you know you should." -- Jim Rohn via Myles Martinson. I would substitute success for happiness. When I think about how good I feel when I am working hard physically in training, I know how hard I need to work to get there, but I don't always have the discipline to get there. Goals help me find that discipline. And I think this statement is true on a lot of other levels. There is such a fine balance of all things: emotional, mental, physical, spiritual. Before I started training, I didn't realize how much physicality contributes to happiness in those other areas. My little three miler today, was a stress reliever, a problem solver, and an invigorating. I came back wondering why I am skimping on my running lately. It seems that that crazy pain in my calf doesn't hit until I run into my 4th mile. Perhaps three is my magic number. And I wore different shoes...
Work is fun, now that I am dealing with real fabric and people. It's like a little reward for doing so much math. Restate: For doing math correctly... It is a truly lovely thing when everything starts working together and fits and looks smooth and beautiful. sigh... The process is really only just beginning. There is so much detail and finishing work.
I just learned that our Mr. Darcy keeps bees on the roof of his 8 story building in LA. Sooooooo jealous. I tried to offer a trade of pie for honey, but alas, I think he misunderstood and offered a sample. Oh well.
JE just got home about half an hour ago. Time goes so quick. Tonight, I got home and by the time I went running, it was after 8. After my quick 3 miler, I sat reading Runner's World on the landing for around an hour. Totally ready to do this again. I need to find a goal. I know I work so much better that way--outward accountability.
A friend posted on her Facebook page the other day: "The greatest step toward success is self-confidence. The greatest builder of self-confidence is self-esteem, and self-esteem comes from doing the daily things you know you should." -- Jim Rohn via Myles Martinson. I would substitute success for happiness. When I think about how good I feel when I am working hard physically in training, I know how hard I need to work to get there, but I don't always have the discipline to get there. Goals help me find that discipline. And I think this statement is true on a lot of other levels. There is such a fine balance of all things: emotional, mental, physical, spiritual. Before I started training, I didn't realize how much physicality contributes to happiness in those other areas. My little three miler today, was a stress reliever, a problem solver, and an invigorating. I came back wondering why I am skimping on my running lately. It seems that that crazy pain in my calf doesn't hit until I run into my 4th mile. Perhaps three is my magic number. And I wore different shoes...
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