After yoga, I went out for a slog jog, a slow ten mile run. It felt good. It was in the 40's and windy but sunny this morning. I wore my whistle in case I ran into a bear. Bears have been sighted in the area of our campground and on Tyndall Air Force Base. My only defense from them, other than not screwing with them or running from them, is to blow my whistle loudly if they seem to be hesitating, if they don't turn and walk away.
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Monday, March 13, 2017
Yoga, Running, Biking & Eating Changes
The yoga is going great. We try to do it every week day morning, taking the weekend off. We do the basic beginning part and are now in the early stages of trying to do the strengthening parts, names of which I don't remember. One is the "down" position of the pushup plank, holding it. Others are pretzel-like body positions that make us laugh that we could ever hope to do them, but the instructor says to try, that trying is helpful to the muscles for stretching, balance, strengthening, and she is right. We feel the differences already, and are finding that each day to do the yoga something becomes a little easier. And it is peaceful. The breathing, the meditation is helpful. We need that in the time of Trumpsters and while I deal with my own grief about my father's path to the end of his life as well as other family of origin issues with stress related and not related to my dad.
Since I committed to doing another marathon I am conscious of trying to run more. I switched my daily phone calls to my mother from the morning to the afternoon. Those morning calls were coloring my day in shades of stress. Morning is my best time to run as well.
The bike ride was great cross training. My knees were talking to me last night after the ride but this morning they feel great. I didn't run because it has been raining steady and cold.
My son says you can't outrun your fork and I found that so true. It inspired this blog. And he is right. I have once again ratcheted down on my lifestyle eating. I continue now to weigh myself every morning and write it down, along with a line or two of general notes about what I ate the day before - not counting calories or ounces of food, but just general notes like PBJ on Ritz which means peanut butter & jelly on Ritz crackers. I don't say how many. I might say salad but don't say what kind or how big. But I am mostly down to one meal a day or if there are two or two and a snack, I do them all more carefully. I go up and down but am generally and slowly going down.
Since I committed to doing another marathon I am conscious of trying to run more. I switched my daily phone calls to my mother from the morning to the afternoon. Those morning calls were coloring my day in shades of stress. Morning is my best time to run as well.
The bike ride was great cross training. My knees were talking to me last night after the ride but this morning they feel great. I didn't run because it has been raining steady and cold.
My son says you can't outrun your fork and I found that so true. It inspired this blog. And he is right. I have once again ratcheted down on my lifestyle eating. I continue now to weigh myself every morning and write it down, along with a line or two of general notes about what I ate the day before - not counting calories or ounces of food, but just general notes like PBJ on Ritz which means peanut butter & jelly on Ritz crackers. I don't say how many. I might say salad but don't say what kind or how big. But I am mostly down to one meal a day or if there are two or two and a snack, I do them all more carefully. I go up and down but am generally and slowly going down.
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