Love that btw Crystal...you crack me up.
Got up at 5 this morning and enjoyed my morning coffee on the deck watching one of the most beautiful sunrises ever. I've seen many a sunrise in my day, but they are usually the result of still being up, not just getting up. The one on the banner above was taken from the Steamship leaving Nantucket one morning in March.
The first part of the PMC is 45 miles of hills out West. Seeing as how Nantucket is fairly flat, I have to get creative with my hill training so I head to a rather inner island area and work the residential area streets. I caught a couple of odd looks from early risers as I dropped my bike into a low gear and stayed in saddle climbing their roads, repetitively at dawn, but luckily no arrests were made. My favorite thing about my morning rides is seeing Nantucket slowly. It is so damn gorgeous here; I pedaled out along the eastern side of Miacomet Pond and the views truly are breathtaking.
Goal: Rotating 15 mile rides and 30 mile rides, work permitting of course.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
May Day
Sunday was absolutley amazing, and a couple of us decide to "do the loop". The loop is a 15 miles circle around the mid portion of the island, and by far the longest stretch of ride with the least amount of turns.
Except for one. Which caught me off guard; luckily there was a tree with low lying branches there to slow me down. My right side looks like it lost a fight to a kitten. Awesome.
Sorry for the laziness with the blog as of late. This wagon tipped slightly over my birthday, but now I'm back on FT.
Except for one. Which caught me off guard; luckily there was a tree with low lying branches there to slow me down. My right side looks like it lost a fight to a kitten. Awesome.
Sorry for the laziness with the blog as of late. This wagon tipped slightly over my birthday, but now I'm back on FT.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
4 days left
4 days left until the beginning of the end, so I hit the gym with a purpose and try to make today count, along with the next 3, as I know all of my good work is getting undone this weekend. I push myself on the elliptical to maintain the 9+ marker for 5 minute intervals. Nothing too remarkable otherwise. Gearing up for Boston, and I don't mean the Marathon.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Be kind
Be kind to yourself when you practice yoga.
Go slowly, especially in the beginning, and listen to your body. It knows what it can do. If it says "stop," then stop. Don't push it. Yoga is not a competitive sport. If you push too hard, you probably won't enjoy it, and you may hurt yourself. I've pushed too hard and pulled something before, and it kind of sucked. Whenever possible, work with a teacher, and use books, videos and websites to supplement your classroom instruction. Most of all, stick with it. If you practice, you will improve. And you will feel better.
These last few months rotating between yoga and cardio have made me more flexible, stronger and simply feel better. Except of course when the voices in my head are going on and on about nothing, but that's par for the course of my winters on an island.
But I have come so far in practice; I can sit in pigeon and drop my forehead to my foot with ease. I can hold side plank for 1 minute, and a back bend for twice as long. My camel pose isn't necessarily a pretty one, but it's mine and I can do it.
Now, if I could just modify my running from herd of elephants to quiet gazelle...
Go slowly, especially in the beginning, and listen to your body. It knows what it can do. If it says "stop," then stop. Don't push it. Yoga is not a competitive sport. If you push too hard, you probably won't enjoy it, and you may hurt yourself. I've pushed too hard and pulled something before, and it kind of sucked. Whenever possible, work with a teacher, and use books, videos and websites to supplement your classroom instruction. Most of all, stick with it. If you practice, you will improve. And you will feel better.
These last few months rotating between yoga and cardio have made me more flexible, stronger and simply feel better. Except of course when the voices in my head are going on and on about nothing, but that's par for the course of my winters on an island.
But I have come so far in practice; I can sit in pigeon and drop my forehead to my foot with ease. I can hold side plank for 1 minute, and a back bend for twice as long. My camel pose isn't necessarily a pretty one, but it's mine and I can do it.
Now, if I could just modify my running from herd of elephants to quiet gazelle...
Sunday, April 11, 2010
The Clean Slate...it's not just a Riesling
Now that I blew it out on Saturday with the girls on the Cape, I have a nice fresh clean slate to start over with. Strange right, how without talking about it or addressing the problems 99% can go away after a nice night out. I'm sure they will be back, and much of my stress in the last few weeks came along with the dreaded month of you-know-what but I have hit my stride and am back on my A-game. Bring it on work.
Despite the big hot mess I am when I get back on the Rock (and the even bigger hot mess I found in my house...thermostat on all weekend and dead flowers, wine explosions etc), I have a coffee break with girlie Amanda and power thru the day. Yoga was at 10, so I've got to get myself together and handle it on my own. Rodney Yee, in my living room.
Pushing out the toxins, stretching the body, and relaxing the mind. I think about the last week of my life and all of the conversations I have had. They all rush back at once.
This too shall pass, I write to niece Maddison Saturday night, upon hearing of a life dilema from the West Coast.
Shit happens Jess, I advise over a Grey Goose Saturday night, Be stronger than the problem itself and rise above it. You kick ass, you can do it.
So everyones life is a little nuts right now, right? I think to myself, the proverbial spring fever perhaps?
Jami blames all of our problems on the economy, which is a great scapegoat since it has no voice and can't defend itself. I like this approach, and it always makes me smile when she states this theory.
I move outside, into the beautiful sunshine and practice my warrior sequence on the deck. The sun is beaming down on me, and while it's not necessarily warm it feels nice on my face. I squint up, and sun salutation a few times. My neighbors are probably looking out their windows wondering what the hell I am doing now, considering that last week my yard was littered with cava swilling friends at Easter brunch.
I finally realize I haven't eaten today, in 24 hours to be exact. I've got a whole weekend of work to do, and an entire week ahead to prep for. I conclude my sesh with lying on my back by the Hydrangeas and basking in the light, eyes closed and mind free (easy to free mind today, it can't handle much). This posture is called savasana or corpse which is very suitable today.
5 days left...must make each one count.
Despite the big hot mess I am when I get back on the Rock (and the even bigger hot mess I found in my house...thermostat on all weekend and dead flowers, wine explosions etc), I have a coffee break with girlie Amanda and power thru the day. Yoga was at 10, so I've got to get myself together and handle it on my own. Rodney Yee, in my living room.
Pushing out the toxins, stretching the body, and relaxing the mind. I think about the last week of my life and all of the conversations I have had. They all rush back at once.
This too shall pass, I write to niece Maddison Saturday night, upon hearing of a life dilema from the West Coast.
Shit happens Jess, I advise over a Grey Goose Saturday night, Be stronger than the problem itself and rise above it. You kick ass, you can do it.
So everyones life is a little nuts right now, right? I think to myself, the proverbial spring fever perhaps?
Jami blames all of our problems on the economy, which is a great scapegoat since it has no voice and can't defend itself. I like this approach, and it always makes me smile when she states this theory.
I move outside, into the beautiful sunshine and practice my warrior sequence on the deck. The sun is beaming down on me, and while it's not necessarily warm it feels nice on my face. I squint up, and sun salutation a few times. My neighbors are probably looking out their windows wondering what the hell I am doing now, considering that last week my yard was littered with cava swilling friends at Easter brunch.
I finally realize I haven't eaten today, in 24 hours to be exact. I've got a whole weekend of work to do, and an entire week ahead to prep for. I conclude my sesh with lying on my back by the Hydrangeas and basking in the light, eyes closed and mind free (easy to free mind today, it can't handle much). This posture is called savasana or corpse which is very suitable today.
5 days left...must make each one count.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Saturated Saturday
Well, this was a bit of a lapse backwards, but it was still fun. The bar-hopping butterfly came out on Saturday on Cape Cod.
I overnighted at Lori's Friday night, and after sushi at Inaho we called it a night. Saturday morning, we shared a pot of coffee and stared out the window at the sunshine. That's it, Lori exclaimed, get ready Melissa we are going to the beach.
So we packed a bag of bubbles and headed up 6A to Brewster and sat with our faces to the sun, toes in the sand and flutes in hand and toasted to the beginning of the season. After our bottle was done, we headed to a local seafood restaurant for a late bite (complete with more bubbles) then back to Loris for yet for afternoon drinks in the sunshine. Jessica ventured over from New Beige and the 3 of us hit downtown Hyannis for dinner, and bottle upon bottle of Villa Sandi Prosecco and St Germain. We found some live music, and ordered cocktails and let the good times roll. Turns out Hyannis can be quite happening, despite my guetto impression.
So, suffice it to say, I don't have to elaborate on how bad Sunday was.
I overnighted at Lori's Friday night, and after sushi at Inaho we called it a night. Saturday morning, we shared a pot of coffee and stared out the window at the sunshine. That's it, Lori exclaimed, get ready Melissa we are going to the beach.
So we packed a bag of bubbles and headed up 6A to Brewster and sat with our faces to the sun, toes in the sand and flutes in hand and toasted to the beginning of the season. After our bottle was done, we headed to a local seafood restaurant for a late bite (complete with more bubbles) then back to Loris for yet for afternoon drinks in the sunshine. Jessica ventured over from New Beige and the 3 of us hit downtown Hyannis for dinner, and bottle upon bottle of Villa Sandi Prosecco and St Germain. We found some live music, and ordered cocktails and let the good times roll. Turns out Hyannis can be quite happening, despite my guetto impression.
So, suffice it to say, I don't have to elaborate on how bad Sunday was.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Out like a lamb
You can all breath a deep sigh of relief. It's the moment you have all been waiting for. March. Is. Over. Officially. Fin. Complete. (It's a strange work calender, I am aware it is April 8th to everyone else).
And I made it. Everything. Goals, Cores, Quotas, Dollars, Cases. Exhausted, yes. But def slept better knowing this is behind me. I can probably take the next week off, as the good people of Nantucket aren't going to need any wine for a while due to my psychotic tendencies as of late. Curious looks from an older gentleman at the gym this AM as I was counting dollars out loud and speculating on the days business on the treadmill. If someone ever approached me with a straight jacket, I swear I would welcome it.
Now...let's have a close look at April. Uh-oh...that's a problem.
And I made it. Everything. Goals, Cores, Quotas, Dollars, Cases. Exhausted, yes. But def slept better knowing this is behind me. I can probably take the next week off, as the good people of Nantucket aren't going to need any wine for a while due to my psychotic tendencies as of late. Curious looks from an older gentleman at the gym this AM as I was counting dollars out loud and speculating on the days business on the treadmill. If someone ever approached me with a straight jacket, I swear I would welcome it.
Now...let's have a close look at April. Uh-oh...that's a problem.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Back in the Saddle
My friend Jess lent me this amazing book that has me completely trapped and crying all of the time. I woke up at 3am and crawled to the couch and started reading this morning.
And, off to the gym for a quick hop on the elliptical, then to Jami's 7am Triathlete Spin. The 4 of us (5 if you count JL) are all in training for something, and it's really quite amazing to be in a group of girls that are so intense and focused. Jami takes no prisoners in this class either; she screams and commands and makes us perform to 110% of our ability and has no shame in calling you out by name should you drop the ball in class. For example, today she was pushing 102 temperature but you would never know it. Felt great to be back after a slight hiatus from class. Thanks for the push JL.
And, off to the gym for a quick hop on the elliptical, then to Jami's 7am Triathlete Spin. The 4 of us (5 if you count JL) are all in training for something, and it's really quite amazing to be in a group of girls that are so intense and focused. Jami takes no prisoners in this class either; she screams and commands and makes us perform to 110% of our ability and has no shame in calling you out by name should you drop the ball in class. For example, today she was pushing 102 temperature but you would never know it. Felt great to be back after a slight hiatus from class. Thanks for the push JL.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
2 monthaversary
April 6th marks 2 months since 1) signed up for the Pan-Mass, 2) started training and 3) started this blog. I celebrated by having a sushi roll at Lola for lunch and getting back on my diet to knock off these last 5.
I spent the morning on the elliptical; did 7.5 miles in an hour which is a big deal for me. Again, not a runner.
Tomorrow: back in the saddle for spin after a 2 week break. Very exciting!
I spent the morning on the elliptical; did 7.5 miles in an hour which is a big deal for me. Again, not a runner.
Tomorrow: back in the saddle for spin after a 2 week break. Very exciting!
Monday, April 5, 2010
March 30-April 5
1) Vacation request approved. Most amazing news, and so stoked to kick it on the coast of Georgia with my girls in June.
2) Easter brunch was the best!
3) Hit 60 on the island. Flip flops are a permanent feature.
4) Got pretty much the most amazing birthday present ever...thanks so much Dad and Marilyn!
5) Discovered that, no matter what I am told, i can rise above it and move any obstacle out of my way.
6) DK makes kick ass sticky buns.
7) Down 20 el bees. Hells Yes!
2) Easter brunch was the best!
3) Hit 60 on the island. Flip flops are a permanent feature.
4) Got pretty much the most amazing birthday present ever...thanks so much Dad and Marilyn!
5) Discovered that, no matter what I am told, i can rise above it and move any obstacle out of my way.
6) DK makes kick ass sticky buns.
7) Down 20 el bees. Hells Yes!
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Happy Easter!
Happy Easter to all; Sunday brunch was great and many thanks to everyone who came by. We did our weigh-out for BFL2010 and I am down 20 el bees. 20. 5 more to go, regardless of what the Wii Fit tells me.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Slim Shady says...kick ass
Good Friday my ass. Sorry for the sacrelege; quite possibly in my top 3 suckiest days of 2010.
So Good BYE Friday and on to Saturday. I'm up before the sun and power clean my office, and rock out and organize my samples for the week, type up and print my proposals, start prepping for Easter Brunch, then bolt for the club at 8:30. There is so much caffeine coursing through my blood I nearly get out of the car before I put it in park.
Too much stress and negative energy are riddling my body that I can barely sign in. Onto the elliptical for 45, the treadmill for 30 and bike for 45. I'm so over it all that I don't even care that the gym hasn't upgraded the cable boxes and I can't watch ESPN while I run. This has been pissing me off for weeks on end, but I am too busy having a mental fistfight in my mind about any 10 things that I don't even realize that informercials are rolling. But I still want a slap chop...
The ipod is on shuffle and on comes Eminem, "Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted…one moment would you capture it or just let it slip?"
I start the song over and listen again. Am I really taking life advice from Eminem? I crack up for a minute, wipe my brow and skip to the next song. He's a Loser...
Journey, I think, I just can't go there right now. Sorry small town girl...maybe that white boy from Detroit was onto something...although it is a lonely world.
A bestie Jami gives her medals from her marathons to her toddlers and states that she runs to teach them to kick ass essentially. Jami does and Bailey and Mayson will. At 4 and 3 I can see that they will be great at whatever they attempt when they are all grown up and slugging their way thru careers, relationships, frienships and every other hand grenade life tosses their way.
Why am I not kicking ass here? I've gotten thru worse than this crap. I think back to all of the nightmares in life I have fought my way through in my life, and realize that while I have lost a couple of things and let it slip before, that I am stronger than any obstacle in my way. I resolved to make 2010 "The best year ever", and so far the first quarter has slightly disappointed.
Raise the bar Saunders, I hear Megan say, when I left a shaky relationship once upon a time, in the dark of night. I did Megs.
Be kind to yourself and press on, writes Catie after my last break-through in yoga, after a mental breakdown. I'm trying Catie...I'm trying.
Get your shit together Melissa, you can destroy this, I think as I gasp for air, realizing that I had been holding my breath, and I will destroy this next quarter with work, kick ass all summer, rock the Pan Mass and make myself smile more because of me, what I do and have done, not what I am told I should or can't do.
Ladies...kick ass. I know we can do it. Be the alpha.
So Good BYE Friday and on to Saturday. I'm up before the sun and power clean my office, and rock out and organize my samples for the week, type up and print my proposals, start prepping for Easter Brunch, then bolt for the club at 8:30. There is so much caffeine coursing through my blood I nearly get out of the car before I put it in park.
Too much stress and negative energy are riddling my body that I can barely sign in. Onto the elliptical for 45, the treadmill for 30 and bike for 45. I'm so over it all that I don't even care that the gym hasn't upgraded the cable boxes and I can't watch ESPN while I run. This has been pissing me off for weeks on end, but I am too busy having a mental fistfight in my mind about any 10 things that I don't even realize that informercials are rolling. But I still want a slap chop...
The ipod is on shuffle and on comes Eminem, "Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity to seize everything you ever wanted…one moment would you capture it or just let it slip?"
I start the song over and listen again. Am I really taking life advice from Eminem? I crack up for a minute, wipe my brow and skip to the next song. He's a Loser...
Journey, I think, I just can't go there right now. Sorry small town girl...maybe that white boy from Detroit was onto something...although it is a lonely world.
A bestie Jami gives her medals from her marathons to her toddlers and states that she runs to teach them to kick ass essentially. Jami does and Bailey and Mayson will. At 4 and 3 I can see that they will be great at whatever they attempt when they are all grown up and slugging their way thru careers, relationships, frienships and every other hand grenade life tosses their way.
Why am I not kicking ass here? I've gotten thru worse than this crap. I think back to all of the nightmares in life I have fought my way through in my life, and realize that while I have lost a couple of things and let it slip before, that I am stronger than any obstacle in my way. I resolved to make 2010 "The best year ever", and so far the first quarter has slightly disappointed.
Raise the bar Saunders, I hear Megan say, when I left a shaky relationship once upon a time, in the dark of night. I did Megs.
Be kind to yourself and press on, writes Catie after my last break-through in yoga, after a mental breakdown. I'm trying Catie...I'm trying.
Get your shit together Melissa, you can destroy this, I think as I gasp for air, realizing that I had been holding my breath, and I will destroy this next quarter with work, kick ass all summer, rock the Pan Mass and make myself smile more because of me, what I do and have done, not what I am told I should or can't do.
Ladies...kick ass. I know we can do it. Be the alpha.
Friday, April 2, 2010
The Day of Diva Jen
It's a week or so late, and for that I apoligize but here are my favs from Jen's birthday at the beach.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
April is here!
April 1st...Thank God. See you March; hopefully next year I will be marking your days off my calender from a beach somewhere.
So the goal is to introduce swimming into the mix in April, for toning purposes. It will also help me in not needing an ipod on the ride maybe, as I obvi can't swim with music. This development will be documented.
Off to the Cape tonight for dinner with the work peeps then office on Friday. Such a joyous occassion the office.
Nearly broke the elliptical today, in an effort to release some leftover March stress and tension. Still have a ways to go to catch myself from last year.
So the goal is to introduce swimming into the mix in April, for toning purposes. It will also help me in not needing an ipod on the ride maybe, as I obvi can't swim with music. This development will be documented.
Off to the Cape tonight for dinner with the work peeps then office on Friday. Such a joyous occassion the office.
Nearly broke the elliptical today, in an effort to release some leftover March stress and tension. Still have a ways to go to catch myself from last year.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Time of your life
My mind still races in yoga...I can't shut it out Catie. Please assist.
Sometimes life makes you choose between 2 things which are equally appealing. Actually I guess I should say more often than not, life makes you choose between 2 things of equal appeal. Always assume and treat your life as though you made the right decision. Besides, you will never know otherwise as the variables always change.
Don't spend too much time looking in the rear view mirror; keep your eyes focused not on where you have been but where you are headed. If you spend too much time looking over your shoulder or behind, then God only knows what you could stand to run into ahead. Life is full of surprises and unfortunately, land mines. Keep your eyes on the road.
Never regret any decision. We can't change the past but we can only learn from our mistakes and pave the way for a successful next few miles.
Sometimes life makes you choose between 2 things which are equally appealing. Actually I guess I should say more often than not, life makes you choose between 2 things of equal appeal. Always assume and treat your life as though you made the right decision. Besides, you will never know otherwise as the variables always change.
Don't spend too much time looking in the rear view mirror; keep your eyes focused not on where you have been but where you are headed. If you spend too much time looking over your shoulder or behind, then God only knows what you could stand to run into ahead. Life is full of surprises and unfortunately, land mines. Keep your eyes on the road.
Never regret any decision. We can't change the past but we can only learn from our mistakes and pave the way for a successful next few miles.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Donna Hernandez
My first friend ever was Dana Hernandez, who lived in our neighborhood in Summerville SC. After I moved to Georgia, my dad stayed in SC and Dana and I countinued our friendship over 3 day weekends every other month, summers and holidays.
Dana's mother "miss Donna" just celebrated her 60th birthday, and much to my chagrign I learned from the world wide facebook that she deserves a spot on my ride list.
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Between Dana Hernandez and You
Melissa Saunders Meyer March 28 at 6:45am
Dana, I had no idea about your mom. Please know that I am praying for her and her speedy recovery. I'm actually riding in this bike race in August here in Massachusetts called The Pan-Mass challenge which raises funds for Dana Farber...just shy of 200 miles! I've added Miss Donna's name to my "ride for" list :-) If you have a chance to do a little bio about her that would be awesome so me to post. the blog is rookiefromtherock.blogspot.com and don't let my language offend you.
love and cheers!
Melissa
Dana Hernandez March 29 at 12:34pm
Hey Melissa!I am actually here in Austin visiting the Detwilers this weekend! ( was in dallas for work and made a long weekend out of it). Yeah, mom was diagnozed in May of last year with stage 3b breast cancer. She did have a bi-lateral mastectomy in October, and Chemo, and just finished radiation. We are still waiting for the "all clear"So thanks for adding her to the list of people you are riding for! That sounds awesome! let me know how it goes :) I checked out your blog...fun :)im off to enjoy some sun and heat now, we dont have that in Kansas City, where i now live, as i am sure you dont yet in Massachusetts :)
Dana's mother "miss Donna" just celebrated her 60th birthday, and much to my chagrign I learned from the world wide facebook that she deserves a spot on my ride list.
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Between Dana Hernandez and You
Melissa Saunders Meyer March 28 at 6:45am
Dana, I had no idea about your mom. Please know that I am praying for her and her speedy recovery. I'm actually riding in this bike race in August here in Massachusetts called The Pan-Mass challenge which raises funds for Dana Farber...just shy of 200 miles! I've added Miss Donna's name to my "ride for" list :-) If you have a chance to do a little bio about her that would be awesome so me to post. the blog is rookiefromtherock.blogspot.com and don't let my language offend you.
love and cheers!
Melissa
Dana Hernandez March 29 at 12:34pm
Hey Melissa!I am actually here in Austin visiting the Detwilers this weekend! ( was in dallas for work and made a long weekend out of it). Yeah, mom was diagnozed in May of last year with stage 3b breast cancer. She did have a bi-lateral mastectomy in October, and Chemo, and just finished radiation. We are still waiting for the "all clear"So thanks for adding her to the list of people you are riding for! That sounds awesome! let me know how it goes :) I checked out your blog...fun :)im off to enjoy some sun and heat now, we dont have that in Kansas City, where i now live, as i am sure you dont yet in Massachusetts :)
Monday, March 29, 2010
March 23-29
7 more great things...
1) Allison and Kiley beat me to the finish line in the race to our birthdays. You go girls.
2) I can count on one hand how many days are left in March.
3) Yoga for Athletes...is awesome.
4) 2 lbs are gone again. And took 2 more with them.
5) Got to catch up with an old friend on the Cape...Amanda Fant!
6) Reconnected with Dana Hernandez, my globe-trotting bestie childhood from Summerville SC.
7)Got tickets to Wine Riot chamagne night! Be scared Boston, be very scared.
1) Allison and Kiley beat me to the finish line in the race to our birthdays. You go girls.
2) I can count on one hand how many days are left in March.
3) Yoga for Athletes...is awesome.
4) 2 lbs are gone again. And took 2 more with them.
5) Got to catch up with an old friend on the Cape...Amanda Fant!
6) Reconnected with Dana Hernandez, my globe-trotting bestie childhood from Summerville SC.
7)Got tickets to Wine Riot chamagne night! Be scared Boston, be very scared.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Yoga for Athletes
I recentley aquired some "Yoga for Athletes" (please keep your laughter to a minimum), which is a collection of 15 minute yoga sessions for tennis, cycling, running etc. Since the next few weeks are my crunch time professionally, and I am not wanting to miss my yoga training, I figure this is great for keeping up.
I change into some gear, finish my coffee, and drag the coffee table out of the living room, while I wait for the DVD to load.
At this point it is worth mentioning one strange thing about my body and it's tolerance to heat. I grew up in the steaming inferno known as South Georgia, and spent summers in more steaming and hotter infernos known as Texas and Mexico. This has tempered my body to withstand heat and temperatures up in the 100's. Now I am by no means suggesting that I am pleasant to be around when it is in the 100's, but I'm not a sweater. It's weird, and I actually have started wearing pants when working out in order to "work up" the proverbial sweat that everyone goes on about. The exception here is yoga. For some reason I can pedal 20 miles in an hour and be dry and clean, but make me hold my body in side plank and we have a real mess on our hands.
It's also worth mentioning that my house is like Grand Central Station, with a constant flow of traffic and friends coming in and out for coffee and tea and meals.
So my clothing is at a minimum and I have my scantily covered rear up in down-dog thinking...Hope no one walks in the house unannounced. If you found this blog, then you know I'm a prude, and totally the girl at the gym that wears her clothes into the shower.
The cycling video is an awesome warm-up, then I move on to the Running. I realize I don't have to watch him, that I can hear the commands and know the poses so I can take out my visual senses and overthink about life.
If I make my numbers this month, I think in my modified camel pose, it will be freaking miracle. Maybe I can split the difference somehow and get halfway there.
After a 45 minute session, I pop into the kitchen and scavange for food. Mmm...I think, my eyes lingering over a wedge of cheese. I grab a bag of edamame from the freezer and put on a pot of water to boil.
Halfway Melissa, halfway.
I change into some gear, finish my coffee, and drag the coffee table out of the living room, while I wait for the DVD to load.
At this point it is worth mentioning one strange thing about my body and it's tolerance to heat. I grew up in the steaming inferno known as South Georgia, and spent summers in more steaming and hotter infernos known as Texas and Mexico. This has tempered my body to withstand heat and temperatures up in the 100's. Now I am by no means suggesting that I am pleasant to be around when it is in the 100's, but I'm not a sweater. It's weird, and I actually have started wearing pants when working out in order to "work up" the proverbial sweat that everyone goes on about. The exception here is yoga. For some reason I can pedal 20 miles in an hour and be dry and clean, but make me hold my body in side plank and we have a real mess on our hands.
It's also worth mentioning that my house is like Grand Central Station, with a constant flow of traffic and friends coming in and out for coffee and tea and meals.
So my clothing is at a minimum and I have my scantily covered rear up in down-dog thinking...Hope no one walks in the house unannounced. If you found this blog, then you know I'm a prude, and totally the girl at the gym that wears her clothes into the shower.
The cycling video is an awesome warm-up, then I move on to the Running. I realize I don't have to watch him, that I can hear the commands and know the poses so I can take out my visual senses and overthink about life.
If I make my numbers this month, I think in my modified camel pose, it will be freaking miracle. Maybe I can split the difference somehow and get halfway there.
After a 45 minute session, I pop into the kitchen and scavange for food. Mmm...I think, my eyes lingering over a wedge of cheese. I grab a bag of edamame from the freezer and put on a pot of water to boil.
Halfway Melissa, halfway.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Out like a Lion that is...
Oh my...I'm not sure what happened but when I ventured out of bed to get ready for our 30 miler on the bikes today, I quickly said a prayer that someone else would acknowledge the bitter cold out. Luckily Scott Allan did, only to result in us being called profane and not so nice names by my husband, the true Yankee who declares 70 to be warm.
So off to the Westmoor for an hour of cardio. As March closes to an end, I realize a couple of unfortunate things.
a) my resolution to work on my core has fallen by the wayside.
b) there is no way I am coming close to my March numbers at work.
c) I have gained back 2 lbs. EFFF!!!
c1) which can be blamed on 2 off-island wine junkets.
So I am back to my 110%, as this is the final stretch for "The Big Fat Loser" competition as well. Easter Sunday is the big final weigh in...which makes me wonder when exactley Scott Thomas is getting back from South America?
Watched "Couple Retreat"; damn you Vince Vaughn you make me laugh.
7:55pm...just inhaled 4 slices of Pi Pizza (thin crust so it's better?). Will modify diet tomorrow.
So off to the Westmoor for an hour of cardio. As March closes to an end, I realize a couple of unfortunate things.
a) my resolution to work on my core has fallen by the wayside.
b) there is no way I am coming close to my March numbers at work.
c) I have gained back 2 lbs. EFFF!!!
c1) which can be blamed on 2 off-island wine junkets.
So I am back to my 110%, as this is the final stretch for "The Big Fat Loser" competition as well. Easter Sunday is the big final weigh in...which makes me wonder when exactley Scott Thomas is getting back from South America?
Watched "Couple Retreat"; damn you Vince Vaughn you make me laugh.
7:55pm...just inhaled 4 slices of Pi Pizza (thin crust so it's better?). Will modify diet tomorrow.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Wii Fit lies...
So the Wii Fit told me that I am some 22 lbs overweight, and upon registering my weight, gave my character a muffin-top and bad posture. And they wonder why bulimia and anorexia are problematic in America's youth...
Later it commented on my "center of gravity" and "flexibility" (thank you yoga)! It also commented on my good posture, but my avatar is still hunched over, and may have a black eye from the exercise that involves soccer balls flying at you, with cleats and watermelons peppered in. Even though it's on TV...I still close my eyes.
Later it commented on my "center of gravity" and "flexibility" (thank you yoga)! It also commented on my good posture, but my avatar is still hunched over, and may have a black eye from the exercise that involves soccer balls flying at you, with cleats and watermelons peppered in. Even though it's on TV...I still close my eyes.
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