I imagine this is the question my blog is asking. A month between posts...even after promising to do better.
I don't know little blog. I don't know.
Perhaps part of the problem is that I have not had a full pajama day in weeks.
After ten years I finally drank the Church of College Basketball Kool-Aid. My favorite - UNC women's basketball. (Go Heels!) Those darn Sunday games take up valuable PJD real estate.
We've had snow, ice, more ice, and there's more ice on the way. In between 70 degree days. Last week it went from 33 to 74 in one day. Another day it went from 55 to 24 in several hours.
It is hell getting dressed in the morning. No matter what you put on, it's wrong.
I feel like I've injured just about every part of myself. Current injury is the left Achilles tendon. Here I am, trying to do the right thing by working out and my body just keeps crapping out on me. It's ever so annoying.
What is it about an injury that makes people want to tell you horror stories? It's the reason I don't go to baby showers anymore. It turns into the Top This Length of Labor or Biggest Episiotomy Ever. Ugh.
Dating has slowed to a crawl. Thank god I have women's basketball to occupy my time.
Listening to Neko Case non stop. I like singer/songwriters - poets who can turn a phrase - "Damp and bruised by strangers kisses on my lips." Or "I'm so tired, I wish I was the moon tonight."
Anyway, that's it for now little blog.
Sleep tight.
Thursday night was Paul's last night as Barbell Club coach. The regulars, most of us, took him out for a beer afterward. We are going to miss you so much Paul, in spite of you causing us pain twice a week.
Best of luck in your new job. And thanks for believing in me. In all of us.
Don't let this innocent, adorable face fool you. He is brutal.
Ryan, Keith, and Paul
Bonnie (best neighbor ever), Paul, Brian, and Marvin
What the heck was so important that I neglected YOU, my dear readers, for another three weeks?!
(Did you even notice I was AWOL? You can be honest.)
Truth is, not a damn thing.
I hereby promise to do better at posting my usual boring fare. You know, the stuff you read to put you to sleep.
So...
Those of you who are regulars here know that I don't normally discuss undergarments, but these are so amazing, I just have to. Underwear by Naomi & Nicole has a sticky portion (I know, it sounds weird, but trust The Sock Monkey on this, okay?) around the legs that glues those knickers to your rear end in a way that 1.) doesn't hurt, 2.) keeps them in place, and 3.) erases VPLs.
They are GENIUS. (Wonderful Edge. Tag line: no ride no lines) (P.S. don't watch the video, it's just the mannequin ass spinning around for 22 seconds.)
The world of dating. Yep. Still doing that. It's almost like its own full time job. The 31 year old (K.) disappeared for a bit, but he's back. We have not had date #2 yet, but we will, my pretty, oh we will.
Had a second date with another gentleman, let's call him A; very nice, easy to talk to, seemingly normal.
First date was coffee. All good.
Date #2 involved food and, dear Jesu Christo y'all, I HAD TO AVERT MY EYES - because, (oh babies, I can hardly speak of it)... he held the spoon in his fist!
In the deal breaker category, that's damn close to a comb-over (comb overs - just stop that shit. Shave that pate and be proud.). The worst part, besides doing it in the first place, there was no shame. So, we either never see each other again OR we never eat together again. At least nothing that involves spoons... (Nooooooo...not the soup!) Sigh.
In the weight lifting arena, I dead lifted 170 pounds Thursday night, which is ten pounds over my previous personal best. Our darling Barbell Club coach Paul, (who is as hilarious as he is cute), when asked if I was ever going to get past 160 pounds said, "I'm tired of hearing you whine about being stuck at 160. Put some more weight on and do it." And I did. Ten reps worth.
My upper body sadly, is still unworthy of reporting a personal best. I can barely do 40 pounds in an overhead press. My bench press is only slightly better at 70 pounds. And my squats...well, they are basically a non-entity. I do squats with a kettle bell and risers. The dead lift is my crowning glory. That big Scandinavian arse is good for something - ha!
One more thing: we bloggers are a community of sorts and Andrea over at Go Ask Alice is having a hard time. She lost her cat a few months ago, and now her dog Brio is fighting a losing battle with kidney failure. Please think on her and hers kindly.
Last night in Barbell Club I thought I had one more Zercher Squat in me. I truly did.
Turns out, I didn't.
A muscle, ligament, tendon, something - lurchedpoppedrolled over the bone at the top of my thigh when I did that one more squat.
Now Paul didn't say do one more - that was all me. ARGH! I FINALLY find the thing I love to do and go and injury myself. So pissed off at myself!
Today I arnica-ed the knot to high heaven using both the oral pellets and the topical gel. It held up during kickboxing tonight; I was very careful not to do squats or lunges (when it hurts the most).
And I am missing my mother today. Missing her as in needing a Kleenex now because I'm crying (again) missing her.
And it's been raining for years.
And yellow jackets are finding my car so interesting for some reason. And you all know how I feel about them.
And I'm almost a year older.
And I can't get Oscar in a carrier to get his nails clipped, so his hind nails clickclickclick on the floor and it is driving me mad. If I have to call the mobile [expensive] vet, I am going to be very very upset with him.
All first world problems. I am well aware.
There's more, but I don't feel like talking about it here. Not now. Not yet.
If your inclinations run to this, my wounded thigh would be most grateful for a prayer, or a candle lit, or good thoughts thunk.
Thanks.
For the time being, The Troubles are over; I'm no longer hollow. So there's that.
No Empower today, it's my day of rest. Tomorrow night it begins again with TRX. Tuesday and Thursday: Barbell Club; Wednesday: personal trainer; Friday: Cardio Kickboxing. You can see who is kicking my ass here: http://becomepowerful.com/about/the-team/. Tiffani is my PT. Angelo is the kickboxing instructor. Paul does the barbell club. Elizabeth and Jordan teach the TRX classes.
Three things:
I have biceps now
I deadlifted 100 pounds Thursday night
Some part of me is always full of the pain (this sums it up nicely) (Paul said he is always sore; you just get used to it. Bad, bad answer Paul.)
Also, there are bruises all over my body.
I need this tattooed on my arm so I can read it every second:
I am also loving Robert Montgomery, a Scottish artist based in London, who writes poems and then sets them on fire. My favorites are 2, 3, 14, and 15. Just click on the number.
Been listening to Dessa. Enjoying her A LOT.
That's all I got. Oh no, wait. One more, not Dessa. Fun David Byrne song.
Have a good week readers. Kick ass and take names.
