Friday, January 30, 2009

run, nama, run!

diary of a wannabe runner, part 2

you'll be happy to know i'm not dead yet, and don't hate running
as much as i did when this whole "experiment" begun. much like how matt's experimentation with "beard science" over the christmas holidays went, "running science" is going mildy to moderately well.

monday, 5 p.m.
nama hasn't run since last thursday when she nearly died and gave up completely on running, but is deciding to stick with it. matt and nama are off to a good start.

nama (after the first jaunt that lasted about .5 miles): let's stop. 

matt: how are you holding up?

nama: i probably could have kept going! i just don't want to get to cocky and lose steam fast/hurt myself. success!

monday, approximately 5:50
run completed, life is mostly good.

matt: how are you feeling?

nama: pretty good!

matt: on a scale from 1 to 10, how much are you hating you life?

nama: meh, 3,
 4. this felt mostly good! 

nama's exhilarated, and actually feels like she's improving. what a change from last week. after 2 days off, having done a good session of yoga in between, we try again for success.

thursday, 4:50 p.m.
nama didn't get too much sleep the night before and is already feeling quite exhausted as she starts her run.

matt: let's try to make it to greenbrier.

nama: that's nearly 1 mile from where we started...i'm not sure i can doubly improve from 2 days ago. 

nama makes it about as far as she did on monday. that isn't too bad, right?

thursday, about 1.5 miles (half way) down our running path.

i.m.n.: the wall! it hurts! i want to stop! but either way, it's 1.5 miles to where we started...oooohhh!

thursday, 5:40 p.m.
nama hates running. 

this has been a week of little successes and some pretty crappy times, but i'm still hopeful this will begin to get easier soon if i keep this up. thankfully, matt's a wonderful "coach" who "pushes" me where i need it. and he doesn't mind doing what he refers to as "sissy runs" with me at least 3 times a week. he's convinced me that running early on saturday mornings is a good thing, so we're trying that out tomorrow. we'll see how fun/traumatic it is for me and my body. baby steps, baby steps...

Friday, January 23, 2009

runnin' on empty

diary of a wannabe runner, part 1

monday night, approximately 6:30 p.m.
nama & matt's apartment

nama (who has never successfully run 1 mile in her life): remember your idea of going for a run after i get off of work?

matt (who successfully ran a 10 mile race last june): yes.

nama: we should really start doing that this week.

matt: are you sure?

nama (looking down at the few extra pounds that have found a nice home around her mid-section since the marriage last year): yes. 

tuesday, approximately 5:00 p.m.
nama and matt start running on a approximately 3-mile dirt track. 

internal monologue nama: this is fun! running is fun!

tuesday, approximately 5:05 p.m.

i.m.n.: the wall! i've hit the wall!!

tuesday, approximately 5:50 p.m.
nama and matt (un)successfully finish their 3 mile run/walk

matt: how are you feeling?

nama: alright. we should totally do this again tomorrow. and the next day. 

nama has woken up completely stuffed up and feels like crap.
matt decides to do the 3-mile run by himself, which he completes successfully. loser.

thursday, approximately 4:15 p.m.
even though she can't breath and her head is spinning, nama decides to do a shorter run to ease her really sore running muscles.

i.m.n.: sniffle sniffle
 i can totally do this. 1 mile. that's nothing!

thursday, approximately 4:20 p.m.

i.m.n.: oh, gosh! the wall! i've hit it again!

thursday, approximately 4:50 p.m.
nama, once again, (un)successfully finishes a 1.4 mile run/walk, feels defeated, but realizes running when she can't breath isn't such a smart thing to do. loser.

nama's muscles aren't as sore anymore. success!
nama can also almost breath out of her nose. more success!
next run planned for monday. until then, it's yoga time. 

to be continued...

Friday, January 16, 2009

an aside

i've really been meaning to actually write a blog for a while now, but i just haven't found the right motivation to. mostly, i just don't know what to write about these days. i feel like my life has become this weird mixture of bore and busy, and this leaves me thinking that i either have nothing to write about or too much. but, perhaps i'll take some advice from one of my favorite movies, stranger than fiction and just write:

kay: came to me.

penny: how?

kay: well, penny, like anything worth writing, it came inexplicably and without method.


for my birthday, matt got me
 on dvd, which i have wanted for ages now. i have it on vhs, but that's of no worth anymore as it requires one of those ancient and once widely used tape machines.

speaking of, napoleon dynamite has been on cable a lot lately, and in the d-qwan's dance grooves scene, napoleon puts the tape into an old-school top-loading vhs machine. that is one of the many scenes that fills me with nostalgia, as we once had a top loader.

another favorite scene from napoleon dynamite is summer's happy hands skit. i swear i (almost) had that exact same dance costume when i was like 7. it was also bright blue and covered in sequins. it's amazing how fashion changes and reinvents itself year after year, decade after decade, but dance wear has seemed to be at a stand still since 1982. seriously, the 80s should never (a) endure or (b) come back. (i'm talking to you, miss-i-was-born-in-the-90s who thinks it's "cool and "hip" to wear ruffled skirts with footless tights. have you ever seen teen witch?! watch and learn.) 

why is it that the dance world hasn't evolved? when i decide to put my future daughter in dance classes to relive my childhood through her and push her to be the "best g-d dancer in the american ballet academy", will she be wearing the same tacky, sequin covered, unflattering and dated dance wear?

and while i totally plan to sign my future children up for dance or sports or whatever's "in" so that they can building their self-esteem, blah blah blah, i don't want to be one of those parents living their long lost dreams through their kids. but i do want them to try things and be active, even if they ended up being horrible at it. i played softball for 1 year, and i think i hit the ball maybe twice. hand-eye coordination was never my thing. but it was the experience that mattered.

when matt & i were engaged, one of the bluegrass band he played with did a show at an elementary school carnival, and while he was playing, i drifted off to the sidelines to people-watch where i glimpsed our future child. this little boy was skinny, wore glasses, and had the balloon-shape-maker create a rocket/jet pack he wore like a backpack. this kid was so stinking excited, and seemed so proud of his uber-geek balloon creation amongst all the other children who had the oh so popular swords or dogs. i was complete amused by this little kid, and then had the thought that this would be how our children would turn out. i really don't think we're the types to breed cheerleaders and jocks. we'll have a little army of egons and tina feys, both brilliant and awkward.

and did anyone see "30 rock" last week? the story line between liz lemon and the dwarf from elf was brilliant! it included the best come back ever: "you came out wrong!" another one of my favorite biting insults is from act 4, scence 3 of hamlet. after he's killed polonius, and has been brought before king claudius, the following exchange occurs:

claudius: where is polonius?

hamlet: in heaven; send hither to see him: if your messenger find him not there, seek him i' the other place yourself.

i fell in love with hamlet when i first read it in my senior english class. i read it over and over until the paperback was falling apart. that might have been my first love affair. and it was then that i first viewed kenneth branagh's hamlet
 in all it's brilliance. not only did my interpretations of hamlet match his, but the movie is amazingly cast and beautifully and artfully shot. there are a few scenes in the movie that are continuous shots lasting 5 minutes or so, the camera constantly moving. it's exceptional.

after many years, they finally released hamlet on dvd a year ago last august. and now i own it, thanks to matt. and we will watch it (perhaps in parts) this weekend.

full circle complete. and there you have it. a blog, created "inexplicably and without method". 

Sunday, January 11, 2009

best birthday ever

dear nama,

you know how you're always complaining about how everyone forgets your birthday and never gets you anything because it's right after the holidays?

well, i didn't forget you. happy birthday!


Wednesday, January 07, 2009

photogenic christmas

how was your christmas? mine was snowy. and cold. but beautiful.