This is how captainmudphud talks to women.
I am a akin to a tumor.
My correspondence is primarily digital because of the type of work I do. E-mail gets the job efficiently and with the added bonus of simultaneous data transfer. I think in my 16 months here, I have received two phone calls that were actually intended for me.
Usually calls I receive are individuals looking for past employees who had my extension 3-5 years ago, telemarketers, or wrong numbers. If I’m not at my desk to answer, my voicemail message generally clears up any confusion.
Anyway, this morning I got to the office, and I saw that the light on my phone was blinking, indicating a voicemail. Confusion and distress set in. I actually had to find the instruction booklet for my phone in order to retrieve the message — that is how often people try to contact me in this manner.
I finally fumbled through and entered the correct combination of buttons, eager to hear what was so important that someone needed to speak with me about at 4:27 PM on a Friday. At first, I felt guilty that I had left work early to go play when someone needed me, but then I heard the message.
"PIZZA!" they screamed.
And then they hung up.
Yesterday we ran Red Rock Relay: Dixie. Gorgeous course, challenging legs, lots of fun. I was a wee bit nervous because my lungs have been acting funny the past few weeks post-plague, and I haven’t really run in earnest since… uh… July?
That said, everyone’s fitness this year was questionable, and no one wanted my runs from last year, so I was assigned them again. For science. The first, “One Blooming Hill” (3.98 mi, rated medium) is not bad at all, but the second? “The Wall” (4.24 mi, only run rated very hard) is especially intimidating. Though there’s a net gain of about 800’ in a little over 4 miles total (3.5% grade), you actually gain ~400’ in the first 0.6 mile (12.6% grade). BROO. TULL.
Anyway, I only had to walk at the very top of The Wall, because my heart rate was comically high. BUT! I magically did better on both runs this year compared to last year’s times. A+.
Things that aren’t A+: driving home 300+ miles after waking up at 4:30am to run a bunch of miles, support my other runners, eat crappy food, and generally dehydrate myself.
Today is low key, and consists of all the water, all the smoothie, all the knitting, all the laundry, and all the Sherlock.
|Clerk:||[reading the customs slip, loudly] KNICKERS? What are knickers?|
|Me:||...underwear. I am mailing underwear.|
|Clerk:||Huh. Never seen that before.|
|Me:||Only because I am too shameless to lie, but I'm sure underwear gets mailed all the time. I just thought "knickers" sounded more fun.|
|Clerk:||But why would someone mail underwear?|
|Me:||Well now that's just private. [wink]|
I decided to make my bed. Easy enough.
When it’s messy, I feel messy. All day. More often than not, I do not take the few necessary moments in the morning to make it. I neglect this one simple task, even though I know that I feel better if I do it.
Plus, my bed being neat keeps my entire room neat. Stray article of clothing on the ground? That’s just not gonna fly. Sheets and pillows askew? Mayhem. Pure mayhem.
And I’m going to do something not-for-myself everyday. Gifts, compliments, donations, favors, volunteering, et cetera. It can be little or it can be big, but it will be intentional and without the expectation of reciprocity.
So one intentional action for me, one intentional action for you.
Oh, and no chocolate. That one is going to be hardest.
My body is tiiiiiired. So sore. I should not feel this sore from the amount of work I’ve put in these past few days, but that’s what happens when you’re seriously out of shape. [Our fearless protagonist shakes her fist at a spiteful, unmerciful creator.*]
Today I ran for 20 minutes and did some strict shoulder presses. For science. Actually, it was mostly to try to work out some lactic acid and stay in the habit. I’m still very much in recover-from-death-illness mode. This weekend the day after my run, I experienced some nasty chest congestion, which for me is generally a symptom of bronchitis somewhere in the near future (I have asthma, hence a terrible immune system). Chest congestion slash seal bark is totally gone, but I’m being veeeeery cautious and taking it pretty easy. Again, it’s for science.
I came home and made a proper meal, because I haven’t done that in forever and a day. And my person needed veggies and protein. Badly.
Pan-fried lemon garlic herb tempeh with TJ’s harvest grains blend and roasted veggies on a bed of arugula. Super tasty!
I started my morning off with chocolate and a doughnut for first breakfast, so you know I’m doing the Catholic overindulgence thing juuuust right.
For the coming Lenten season, I’ll be giving up chocolate. That was easy enough to decide on. Sigh. Too easy, actually. (Spoiler: if you haven’t noticed, I really love chocolate.)
That said, instead of just giving something up, I would also like to add some sort of daily task or practice that would benefit my mental and/or physical health. It should be something that requires intention/deliberate action, but not something that would be unreasonable to maintain for 40 days.
- paying someone a compliment
- keeping my living space free of dishes/laundry
- doing something kind/thoughtful for someone else
- burpees (how many? an ascending ladder?)
- pull-up work (would require getting a bar before tomorrow ends)
- making my bed
Work last week left me exhausted.
Actually, this past month and a half has left me exhausted. Since going back to New York in January, my life has been a series of comical disasters. First I sprained both of my MCLs while skiing, which was mostly comical because I was barely even moving, I just happened to fall awkwardly to avoid colliding with a couple of kids who cut in front of the lift exit. It took me a few weeks to feel like I could risk some moderate activity, and I finally went down to St. George for a weekend of hiking with KC… who gave me a death illness. With a couple of small and short exceptions (i.e., I need to go to the pharmacy for more tissues and drugs), I was bedridden with fever + chills + aches + congestion + sore throat from Wednesday afternoon (left work early) until Sunday at noon. The Monday after the death illness? That was last Monday, the start of my very busy, OH-MY-GOODNESS-DEADLINE-IS-IMMINENT work week.
So come Friday evening, I could finally relax. I had plans to go night skiing with mah fraaandz, but I left work too late for it to be worth it. Plus, I was just completely mentally drained and not up to spending hours on my feet in the cold. Instead, I ran a couple of miles to test out my legs (for the first time since New York!), and I made some quiche. As is my way.
Saturday was absolutely lovely. Salt Lake was a balmy 55°F, and I ran a blissful (yet waaaay too challenging) three miles. In a t-shirt. I spent the day running around the city doing errands, and I capped my day off with a rare treat: Whole Foods salad bar (a diet for my wallet) + book.
Sunday I skied for the first time in almost three weeks, and it was also way too challenging. By the end of the day, my turns had gotten so lazy because of the ache in my quads and the cold seeping into my bones. That said, Sunday is always a good day on the mountain. The Mormons take their rest, and the mountain is relatively quiet. We got first turns down a couple of runs, and there’s nothing more fun than turning through perfectly pristine powder on the steeps.
Today, by body already tired from a handful of miles running and a few hours skiing yesterday, I dragged myself to the gym. It has been too long since I have touched a barbell (early- to mid-January?), and I have obviously lost a lot of fitness, both strength and endurance. Not like you can rush the time needed to recover from injury and illness, but still. I needed it! It was ALSO also challenging. And humbling. Don’t take your squats for granted, guys.
I did not fight it, and I have zero regrets.
tl;dr - Sometimes life gets in the way of fitness. Sometimes chocolate gets in the way of fitness. Just let it happen.