I was working. Just sitting at my computer, pluggin' away, and the next think you know it was a full out jam session. I was air drumming, and had these awesome dance moves going, and secretly hoped that no one would walk by the door. (If they did, however, I wouldn't have stopped).
Let me share this awesome song with you... It starts slow, and the next thing you know, you have these crazy head bob things happening. Be careful - I don't want you to throw your back out!!
... and then, on the drive home - I basically was jumping in my seat, and doing this awkward hand motions (that I really hope weren't being mistook for angry driving). I have always believed that I should have some sort of recording device in my car - as it would make for an amazing "drive at 5 - one lady dance party" show of some sort. Yesterday's drive was brought to you by this little ditty....
I am a huge fan of pep talks. With a few simple, encouraging, heartfelt words you can rearrange a negative situation, or mindset, into an incredible opportunity. Think about the greatest cinematic pep talks you have been privy to:
"No one, and I mean No One comes into our house and pushes us around."
"Either we heal NOW as a team, or we will die as individuals."
"Being perfect is about being able to look your friends in the eye and know that you didn't let them down because you told them the truth. And that truth is you did everything you could. There wasn't one more thing you could've done. Can you live in that moment as best you can, with clear eyes, and love in your heart, with joy in your heart? If you can do that gentleman - you're perfect!"
"Now we came here today to remember six young men and sixty-nine others who will not be on the field with you today, but they will be watching. You can bet your ass that they'll be gritting their teeth with every snap of that football. You understand me? How you play today, from this moment on is how you will be remembered. This is your opportunity to rise from these ashes and grab glory. We are... MARSHALL"
"The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are … It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard you hit. It ‘s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done."
But this, this is, my favorite. And, I have posted this on my page, but we all need to watch this again, and really take to heart what he is saying. Why? because he is so right. We ARE all on the same team, and we DO need to start acting like it. We need to take the road that leads to awesome, because WHY wouldn't you? It is OUR time, and "giving the world a reason" to dance sounds like a might fine goal.
Get better dreams, get out there, and please - make the world awesome. "What will be your Space Jam?"
Before we get too excited - she wasn't actually naked.
Last week I was running a short run, inside, on the track, and happened to noticed a young gal (early 20s) that was also running. We were in the Student Recreation Center on campus, and there was a lot of activity for a Thursday. This young gal was running in a sports bra and capris.
Here are a few facts: it was 28 degrees outside, we were in a 60 degree climate controlled space, and she was super fit.
After about 10 minutes the staff was called, and she was asked to put on some extra clothes - as this was inappropriate attire.
I have many mixed feelings about this. On one hand - good for her that she feels so good about herself that she flaunts it. She has amazing self esteem, and isn't that what we encourage. Also, there are SEVERAL men on the basketball courts that are playing without shirts - so is this policy fair??
And on the other hand - I watched a dozen girls walk by her and be deflated. You could see the discouragement in their faces. The "well - I am never going to look like that." This, I realize, says more about them than her, but I couldn't help but notice.
I am interested to see what others think of the situation. Should she have been forced to cover up (even when the men were allowed to go shirtless), or should she have been allowed to flaunt what she worked really hard for??
There is a tiny bet going in our house. If I can get Scrambled Legs Running to 1500 "LIKES" by 01/31 - I get to buy new running shoes.
AND - I'll be somewhere that I can actually have my gait analyzed, and be fitted. (which hasn't been done in several years) So, one could see how important this might be, right?? What runner wouldn't say "challenge accepted, sir" to any bet involving running shoes?
Now, here is the part where you come in. I need your help, for serious. Please, if you have your own page - Share. If you have friends - share. If you are part of a group - share. If you want to reach out to other strangers - who am I to judge.
I'll even up the ante. The person who sends the most referrals my way by 01/31 - will get an awesome prize (that has yet to be determined, but it will be awesome). Just make sure to tell your peeps to let me know you sent them.
OH - and I will post pictures of those new sneaks... So, you have that to look forward to.
If you haven't noticed already - I kinda like rules.
A lot of people have a lot of different ideas about "unspoken" rules at the gym. You know, those few things that you just DO NOT do: pop pimples in the mirror, make loud inappropriate noises, talk loudly on your cell to friends, not wear enough clothes, just sit on one of the machines and not actually use it - you catch my drift.
I only have one of these unspoken rules that truly gets under my skin and it involves perfume/cologne.
Let me say this: If I can taste your perfume/cologne without actually having licked you... we have a problem. (we probably have a bigger problem if I have actually licked you - but that's a story for another day).
Please don't fumigate your fellow gym goers. We really like to breathe.
I've been spending my short runs inside on the track. Thus, this blog post will be a smidge ranty. I am apologizing right now.
Let me start by saying, I am awed by all the runners; all the shapes, sizes, speeds - it is my favorite people watching ever. It continues to renew my love of the sport. I am mostly proud that these people, while they could be anywhere, chose to spend time here. Plus, I get a read on all the cool shoes. Holy moses, are they fancy or what?
However, herein lies the problem. When I am there I have a pretty specific goal. I have times to clock, intervals to complete, and laps to check off. I am not racing anyone.
So, if I am running on the outside line (where 8 laps equals a mile) and you are running on the inside lane (where 9 laps equal a mile) and you continue to lap me. Please don't give me your smug, "I guess I am just better than you, face." We are not racing, nor are we running the same distance.
... and to the lady that thinks I am ultra, crazy, super, insane competitive. I was running intervals. You just happened to catch me when I had to begin my last set (2 minutes at mile pace). I apologize for making you sprint, but I was trying to finish my set, not out run you. We weren't racing, no need for the rude mutterings under your breath...
Ah. I feel better already. Now back to our regularly scheduled programing: running in the great outdoors.
Last week my runs were a little craptastic. My legs felt heavy, I couldn't breath right, I couldn't find my groove. I was a tad bit of a mess, and then it happened. A good run!!
It started out a little slow. I some how managed to lace my shoes too tight, and my feet went numb within the first five minutes. Once that was all sorted out, I took off again knowing that I still had 10.5 miles to go. Around mile 2, I encountered another problem; I had too many clothes on. You'd think that in 30 degree weather a turtleneck and a vest would be appropriate, not so - too hot. So, I shed layers.
Magic!! I was able to breath, I found my groove, I felt like I was floating on air, and I could check out completely. That, that is the feeling I had been searching for all week, and finally... like a breath of fresh air.
The end of my ran came, and I still had gas in the tank (hooray) - what did I do with that??? Duh, I danced all the way home (much to the dismay of those driving by). Woot Woot!!!
