for now, because I was trying to figure out how to make a background a picture I found, but I never figured it out. Instead, I made the old blog look heinous so I cheated and loaded up a pre-made skin for now.
anyways, my sister reminded me that I also hate the word 'rural' but it's not because it did naything wrong. I have the kind of slow burn resentment that you reserve for someone (or in my case, something) that bests you in something pretty pedantic. It's not their fault, but you still feel like a bit of a chump. And as it turns out, I have a really hard time saying 'rural'. It kind of ends up sounding like I'm saying rurrrrrrrrl. All drawn out like that, too. so, uh, that's that I guess. 'rural' and 'social circle', which, without practice sound like social shircle. Am I saying too much? Wait, I'm really smart. Also, I realize that so far, I've given you no reason to believe that.
So, today my sister and I started our home yoga regime. It's our compromise with the idea that we want to do something active (shut up! It is to active!) but can't afford to have someone teach us anything. So library DVD yoga it is. everything about the yoga DVd is fine (except for how we thought the two sections were taught by two different women, when realy it was the same woman with radically different hair/make-up etc. The two sections were clearly shot at two different times, possible eras of the teacher's life but whatev.), it's the yoga studio. i.e. my basement apartment living room. the sun salutation stretches means dragging our knuckes across the ceiling, and flopping forward into rag doll is at your own risk, because you're guaranteed to pound your head on the t.v if you're not careful. plus, the two cats being pretty curious as to what was so interesting on the floor made things funny, but not relaxig, per se.
In the end, it worked out and we're going to try and make some kind of a routine of it. Next week I start work (I think, contract signing is just a formality, right?) so we'll see what happens, but for now it's all good. My goal is the head stand and to have stronger shoulders so I get less tendonitis. And to bend completely in half like I'm hinged, but that's just obvious.
The restrictions of motion due to the space confinement is cool though, because in the end, I suppose we'll just have that much more control over our movements. What with bending around corners and avoiding spazzy cats. Cooool. It felt really good to use my body, even though it was a slower start. I wish sometimes I was a runner who liked getting out and....running. But I hate it.
Oh, I tried. A few years ago, I bought a pair of shoes and ran every two days for almost a month. Each time, I would try to add at least one lap without stopping, and I did. i added laps everytime, but the thing was, I developed no sense of satisfaction. All I could think about was ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow with each pace and when I was done, thinking, 'well, I suppose I should go and finish my lab' or whatever. no runner's euphoria, no pride, no rippling abs. Just smelly feet and pure drive pushing me to go back to the track. I could not get into it. However, the good that came from that is the peace of mind that I hate running and take no joy in the activity, so I also feel no guilt when others go running. No lunchtime guilt as co-workers go for a jog, no remorse when I bow out of relay races and competitions. I have the complete confidence of someone who sucks at something but is blessed with the absolute lack of interest at competing. It's so okay if everyone in the world is better at this than me. I have nothing to offer. I once heard Danny Finkleman (on CBC radio) run through a diatribe that actually made sense to me, where he had read a scientist's work that said you need to run for the equivalent of 5 years to extend your life by 4 years (or something similar) so, if you hate it, it's a net loss to run for health. Brilliant, really.
And that's all it took. I wouldn't mid if i loved it, it's effective, low cost and good for (most) of you, but sometimes, it's just not in the cards. And maybe some people can run for hours and hours, oh, but can they do a sun salutation in my apartment? Probably not, HAH!
heh.
101 in 1001, coming, coming.
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