Oh, hello.
So here's the deal. I don't want to blog about work, and I am not a mommy blogger. I mean I am a mom who blogs but I am not a "MOMMY BLOGGER." And right now, that's all I've got. So I've been thinking that maybe I need to give up on this blog. Maybe start fresh. Maybe even make it a place where I have THEME and a purpose. But right now I am feeling unable to even see straight once the kids are in bed so I am not sure when this wil happen. Maybe when Bill returns from his trip South for work...Maybe...
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Sunday, January 31, 2010
I thought this weekend would be relaxing...
It started on the right note, with lunch with my pal Laura, sans kids. And before that even I got to work on cleaning my craft room and making it usable. Oh and before that, I took the day off, so this was Friday. But then we started to have wood stove issues. Like smoke leaking from the the stovepipe. And it was 9 degrees at its warmest on Friday. And many below that night. We really NEEDED the wood stove, but had to let it die so Bill could clean out the pipe on Saturday. Oh well, our furnace kept us and the pipes from freezing, so can't complain.
Saturday we hit the Wild Center. Which was fun. But not exactly relaxing. When we got home, Bill cleaned the stovepipe. And then the house filled with smoke. Thickly. I played in E's room with the kids til headache set in and then I went for a drive with them. All at dinnertime.
Today I was convinced I had carbon monoxide poisoning, which explains why I washed my cell phone with my clothes, at least.
But nevermind all that, because Bill got THIS picture at the whyseum.
It started on the right note, with lunch with my pal Laura, sans kids. And before that even I got to work on cleaning my craft room and making it usable. Oh and before that, I took the day off, so this was Friday. But then we started to have wood stove issues. Like smoke leaking from the the stovepipe. And it was 9 degrees at its warmest on Friday. And many below that night. We really NEEDED the wood stove, but had to let it die so Bill could clean out the pipe on Saturday. Oh well, our furnace kept us and the pipes from freezing, so can't complain.
Saturday we hit the Wild Center. Which was fun. But not exactly relaxing. When we got home, Bill cleaned the stovepipe. And then the house filled with smoke. Thickly. I played in E's room with the kids til headache set in and then I went for a drive with them. All at dinnertime.
Today I was convinced I had carbon monoxide poisoning, which explains why I washed my cell phone with my clothes, at least.
But nevermind all that, because Bill got THIS picture at the whyseum.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Choice
Why am I pro-choice?
Because I am mom.
Because I want my daughter to be able have the education and health care she deserves so she can have the freedom to live the life she want.
Because I want my son to live in a world where women and men are true equals.
Because I got to plan my pregnancies.
Because I believe in God.
Because I believe in love.
Because personal responsibility is a virtue. So is self love.
Because women know what is right for themselves.
Because my parents instilled in me a belief in social justice.
Because children are wonderful and they deserve to be born into families that want them.
Because I hold in my heart the stories shared by friends who had to have illegal abortions.
Because I hold in my heart the stories of the women who never lived to tell them.
Because my body is mine and no one elses. Not my husband's or my parents' or my childrens'. It is mine.
Why am I writing this?
Because I am blogging for choice on the 37th Anniversary of Roe v. Wade.
Because I am mom.
Because I want my daughter to be able have the education and health care she deserves so she can have the freedom to live the life she want.
Because I want my son to live in a world where women and men are true equals.
Because I got to plan my pregnancies.
Because I believe in God.
Because I believe in love.
Because personal responsibility is a virtue. So is self love.
Because women know what is right for themselves.
Because my parents instilled in me a belief in social justice.
Because children are wonderful and they deserve to be born into families that want them.
Because I hold in my heart the stories shared by friends who had to have illegal abortions.
Because I hold in my heart the stories of the women who never lived to tell them.
Because my body is mine and no one elses. Not my husband's or my parents' or my childrens'. It is mine.
Why am I writing this?
Because I am blogging for choice on the 37th Anniversary of Roe v. Wade.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
I Go Round in Circles...
Or ovals. I never was great a geometry. All I know is the my usually empty personal track has been packed all week. When I got to the gym this afternoon there were about 10 people running, walking, and limping around it. So many resolutionaries!
The gall bladder is feeling better since I have gone on a low low low fat diet. I am probably also going to lose weight, so that is a plus. I have an ultrasound on Monday am. My doc implied that we kind of want to see an obvious issue so it can just be removed. Having heard so many stories of folks managing gall stones with diet until BAM! the WORST PAIN EVER sets in, sending them to the emergency room, and then being forced to wait in excruciating pain until they can have surgery, I would be more than happy to have it removed while it is not yet horrible horrible, thank you very much.
The gall bladder is feeling better since I have gone on a low low low fat diet. I am probably also going to lose weight, so that is a plus. I have an ultrasound on Monday am. My doc implied that we kind of want to see an obvious issue so it can just be removed. Having heard so many stories of folks managing gall stones with diet until BAM! the WORST PAIN EVER sets in, sending them to the emergency room, and then being forced to wait in excruciating pain until they can have surgery, I would be more than happy to have it removed while it is not yet horrible horrible, thank you very much.
Monday, January 11, 2010
The Gall!!
Ow.
When I was pregnant with E and W they both used to wedge their feet up under my ribs on my right side. Or maybe it was a head. Whatever body part it was hurt. A lot.
So imagine my surprise when I felt a little of that same pain on my way back from California. Because the only body parts in my abdomen are my own. Same pain. In front and in back. On the right side only. Suddenly it was starting to sound familiar. Were two friends in two recent conversations BOTH talking about their gall bladders past? And wasn't right side pain a symptom.
Hello Dr. Google. Thanks for the diagnosis. I am taking my imaginary feet, which were never feet to begin with (oh...gall bladder pain during pregnancy is common, is it?), to the doctor tomorrow am.
When I was pregnant with E and W they both used to wedge their feet up under my ribs on my right side. Or maybe it was a head. Whatever body part it was hurt. A lot.
So imagine my surprise when I felt a little of that same pain on my way back from California. Because the only body parts in my abdomen are my own. Same pain. In front and in back. On the right side only. Suddenly it was starting to sound familiar. Were two friends in two recent conversations BOTH talking about their gall bladders past? And wasn't right side pain a symptom.
Hello Dr. Google. Thanks for the diagnosis. I am taking my imaginary feet, which were never feet to begin with (oh...gall bladder pain during pregnancy is common, is it?), to the doctor tomorrow am.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Dear Blog,
I have neglected you and I am sorry. The holidays were a whirlwind between visits to parents and in-laws and trips to California. Before that it was year end in fundraising land! Today was the first in recent memory that Bill and I have just spent a day at home (other than a going to the grocery store) I made Guinness Pie with venison. And that is just about it.
Well, blog, bye for now! Hopefully I will see you again before another month and a half goes by.
Love,
Martha
I have neglected you and I am sorry. The holidays were a whirlwind between visits to parents and in-laws and trips to California. Before that it was year end in fundraising land! Today was the first in recent memory that Bill and I have just spent a day at home (other than a going to the grocery store) I made Guinness Pie with venison. And that is just about it.
Well, blog, bye for now! Hopefully I will see you again before another month and a half goes by.
Love,
Martha
Monday, November 16, 2009
H - E - Double Hockey Sticks
Beeba da Doo is starting hockey on Sunday. Even though I have been duly warned by moms who know better than me that soccer and hockey are to be avoided at all costs, as they require a great deal of travel and sitting in the cold. And hockey is expensive. We did not heed these warnings.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Other Women
I would love to read your opinion, if it offers something to the discussion, but anonymous anti-choice comments will be deleted.
Last night, the House passed its health care bill, which is awesome. But in order to pass it, an amendment effectively banning abortion coverage from the exchange was allowed. And that amendment passed. I sure hope 2 things: that it there was no way to get the bill through without it, and that it will be removed in committee. I really doubt that the former was true. I feel totally betrayed.
So what does it mean? If you don't have insurance now you will be able to purchase insurance in the exchange. But none of the plans in the exchange can provide abortion coverage. That means people who are most likely to be uninsured, the working poor, will be denied access to essential health care. Because that is what abortion is, health care. You might not agree that abortion should be option, but it is. And it is a legal medical procedure. So what are poor women to do? (Or middle class women, for that matter, just because you make $40k a year, that doesn't mean you have $500 just sitting around for a procedure.) The suggestion has been made that they could purchase an abortion rider with their own money. First of all, no such thing currently exists. It also creates barriers that just limit women's access. And it implies something that I think is at the core of the abortion debate: that there is a kind of woman who gets an abortion. And she knows who she is. The lack of abortion coverage won't be a problem for "good" women.
This is complete and total bullshit.
1 in 4 women will have an abortion. It is highly likely that we all know and love someone who has had an abortion. She is not some anonymous slut or a faceless victim of sexual assault. She is your wife, your mom, your sister, your boss. She is a kindergarten teacher, a police officer, a cashier, a college student. She is me.
But this idea that she is some other kind of women pervades the debate. On both sides.
When antis say that abortion is okay only in cases of rape and incest, this is what they are saying.
And when pro-choice women say "I believe in the right to choose, but would never have an abortion myself" they are saying another version of the same thing. We need to stop saying that. Because it doesn't matter what YOU would do. And when you say you wouldn't ever not never terminate a pregnancy, women who have had abortions hear: I am not like you. But you are. No one has "have an abortion" on their bucket list.
We HAVE to stand together on this. We can not leave poor and working women out to dry. And that is what happened last night. We said AGAIN that there are some women who do not deserve respect, dignity and the right to equal access to health care. These aren't OTHER women they/we did this to. It is us.
Last night, the House passed its health care bill, which is awesome. But in order to pass it, an amendment effectively banning abortion coverage from the exchange was allowed. And that amendment passed. I sure hope 2 things: that it there was no way to get the bill through without it, and that it will be removed in committee. I really doubt that the former was true. I feel totally betrayed.
So what does it mean? If you don't have insurance now you will be able to purchase insurance in the exchange. But none of the plans in the exchange can provide abortion coverage. That means people who are most likely to be uninsured, the working poor, will be denied access to essential health care. Because that is what abortion is, health care. You might not agree that abortion should be option, but it is. And it is a legal medical procedure. So what are poor women to do? (Or middle class women, for that matter, just because you make $40k a year, that doesn't mean you have $500 just sitting around for a procedure.) The suggestion has been made that they could purchase an abortion rider with their own money. First of all, no such thing currently exists. It also creates barriers that just limit women's access. And it implies something that I think is at the core of the abortion debate: that there is a kind of woman who gets an abortion. And she knows who she is. The lack of abortion coverage won't be a problem for "good" women.
This is complete and total bullshit.
1 in 4 women will have an abortion. It is highly likely that we all know and love someone who has had an abortion. She is not some anonymous slut or a faceless victim of sexual assault. She is your wife, your mom, your sister, your boss. She is a kindergarten teacher, a police officer, a cashier, a college student. She is me.
But this idea that she is some other kind of women pervades the debate. On both sides.
When antis say that abortion is okay only in cases of rape and incest, this is what they are saying.
And when pro-choice women say "I believe in the right to choose, but would never have an abortion myself" they are saying another version of the same thing. We need to stop saying that. Because it doesn't matter what YOU would do. And when you say you wouldn't ever not never terminate a pregnancy, women who have had abortions hear: I am not like you. But you are. No one has "have an abortion" on their bucket list.
We HAVE to stand together on this. We can not leave poor and working women out to dry. And that is what happened last night. We said AGAIN that there are some women who do not deserve respect, dignity and the right to equal access to health care. These aren't OTHER women they/we did this to. It is us.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Spittin' Mad
So the circus is over, and only the clowns are left. If you don't watch, listen to, or read the national news, you might have missed one of the biggest stories of the last week. In short: open Congressional seat due to the appointment of the Republican incumbent to the job of Secretary of the Army. County party chairs pick the Dem and Republican candidates. They are a socially progressive Republican, and a moderate Democrat. The Republican, Dede Scozzafava, is a member of the Assembly. The Dem, Bill Owens, is a lawyer. Then along comes Doug Hoffman, a conservative. And with him came Glen Beck, Sarah Palin, Rush, and various and sundry right wing interest groups. He immediately starts attacking both Dede and Bill as liberals. He is seen as a spoiler, but soon begins gaining traction. His campaign ads are really ugly. He refuses to debate...And suddenly our local race is seen as a GOP civil war with the conservatives on the right and the moderates on the...well, in the center, I guess! So Dede is put through the ringer, drops out, and endorses Bill. Bill wins.
And I am still really angry. First, Dede was attacked for many things, some of which I consider fair game politically, though I might not agree with the attacker. Her past votes, statements made, fine. But not fair game? Her appearance. Her weight, her choice of jacket. Really. Who gives a fuck?? Second, Dede has been a supporter of gay marriage and was the only 100% pro-choice candidate. And suddenly that made her the antichrist, at least according to Hoffman. She was called a RINO (and again with the sexism - add an H and you have a joke!) Now, I am no Republican, but I do know a few (They outnumber us in this district!) And let me tell you, many of them support a woman's right to choose. And a growing number support gay marriage. As Dede herself said on the radio today, for people who think government should stay out of folks private lives, those things make sense. Lower taxes, smaller government, less interference. And third, now another local assembly member is being attacked for supporting Dede and having similar stances on those two issues.
What I find surprising is that Hoffman's folks clearly didn't read up on the "parochial" issues of the district and how we roll here. But someone should have pointed out that as you move from the southeast corner of the district up to the north and west here are the women we in the 23rd liked enough to elect to the Assembly: Teresa Sayward (R) pro-choice and pro-gay marriage. Janet Duprey (R) pro-choice and pro-gay marriage and growing more so by the day (and by the way, she is also getting to be one of my personal heroes.) Dede Scozzafava (R) pro-choice and pro-gay marriage, Addie Russell (D) pro-choice and pro-gay marriage.
That's right. We have lots of gun-toting, pick up driving Republicans around here. And I have learned that many of them want the government to leave them, their uterus, and their gay brother alone.
So, goodbye circus. Good luck, Bill Owens. You have some learning to do, but hopefully our Republican neighbors can convince you to support public funding of abortion and gay marriage.
And I am still really angry. First, Dede was attacked for many things, some of which I consider fair game politically, though I might not agree with the attacker. Her past votes, statements made, fine. But not fair game? Her appearance. Her weight, her choice of jacket. Really. Who gives a fuck?? Second, Dede has been a supporter of gay marriage and was the only 100% pro-choice candidate. And suddenly that made her the antichrist, at least according to Hoffman. She was called a RINO (and again with the sexism - add an H and you have a joke!) Now, I am no Republican, but I do know a few (They outnumber us in this district!) And let me tell you, many of them support a woman's right to choose. And a growing number support gay marriage. As Dede herself said on the radio today, for people who think government should stay out of folks private lives, those things make sense. Lower taxes, smaller government, less interference. And third, now another local assembly member is being attacked for supporting Dede and having similar stances on those two issues.
What I find surprising is that Hoffman's folks clearly didn't read up on the "parochial" issues of the district and how we roll here. But someone should have pointed out that as you move from the southeast corner of the district up to the north and west here are the women we in the 23rd liked enough to elect to the Assembly: Teresa Sayward (R) pro-choice and pro-gay marriage. Janet Duprey (R) pro-choice and pro-gay marriage and growing more so by the day (and by the way, she is also getting to be one of my personal heroes.) Dede Scozzafava (R) pro-choice and pro-gay marriage, Addie Russell (D) pro-choice and pro-gay marriage.
That's right. We have lots of gun-toting, pick up driving Republicans around here. And I have learned that many of them want the government to leave them, their uterus, and their gay brother alone.
So, goodbye circus. Good luck, Bill Owens. You have some learning to do, but hopefully our Republican neighbors can convince you to support public funding of abortion and gay marriage.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Princess HeyYahHeyYah
I have a three and a half year old girl, and that means princesses. How did this happen? In addition, her favorite color is pink and she has ideas about what boys can do and what girls can do. I tried to avoid this, but I guess if I really cared I would have banned tv. And music. And movies. And contact with other kids (and with adults) And the receiving of gifts. And about a sixth of the books we have.
But she wants to wear that pink to go hunting and fishing. And she wants to be president, a fire fighter, a dancer, a doctor AND a nurse, and HeyYah!HeyYah!er (also known as a marial arts expert.) And my favorite story she ever asked me to tell was this..."Mommy tell me they story where I was the princess and Daddy was the king and there was a dragon and I rescued Daddy from the castle."
Monday, October 19, 2009
We get to know one another in beers here, cups of juice there. I call you on a Sunday, three weeks after you left a message. To leave a message. We ask each other questions between breaking up fights and folding laundry. I break out the bluetooth for the 15 minute ride to daycare or you get me on the phone when I have half an hour before a meeting. We chat online late at night, after kids have gone to sleep or, rather, in the intervals between escorting them back to bed. Facebook. We have lunch, during the week. We never manage to talk for longer than 10 minutes at a stretch. This is friendship after children...simmer over low heat, stir occasionally, very occasionally, hope it doesn't splatter all over the kitchen...It is not at all like it was before, but it still is delicious.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
The Good Wife
Today my boss and I had a meeting with one of the candidates for the open Congressional seat in our district. Whenever I sit with politicians - be they candidates or electeds - I come to the same conclusion. These are not ordinary people.
This particular man, a local lawyer who has operated a lot behind the scenes for years, told us that if he wasn't running for office, he would be climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro with one of his daughters. So not an ordinary either or. But all things are relative, and in the grand scheme of things, he was fairly normal. That is why I doubt he will win.
There has to be something deep inside that drives a person to open up their life to their community -small or large. There must be a greater feeling of purpose. The best in politics have public services as that purpose. The worst? Ego.
That is why when I see strange things happening in the marital relationships of politicians, I have a different take. The "good wife" who stands at her husband's side no matter what? I am guessing that 9 times out of 10 she has the same extraordinariness as her husband. Because really, you usually know who it is your are marrying and, if my theory is right, a politician is born a politician.
This particular man, a local lawyer who has operated a lot behind the scenes for years, told us that if he wasn't running for office, he would be climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro with one of his daughters. So not an ordinary either or. But all things are relative, and in the grand scheme of things, he was fairly normal. That is why I doubt he will win.
There has to be something deep inside that drives a person to open up their life to their community -small or large. There must be a greater feeling of purpose. The best in politics have public services as that purpose. The worst? Ego.
That is why when I see strange things happening in the marital relationships of politicians, I have a different take. The "good wife" who stands at her husband's side no matter what? I am guessing that 9 times out of 10 she has the same extraordinariness as her husband. Because really, you usually know who it is your are marrying and, if my theory is right, a politician is born a politician.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
One More Week
Bill will be back one week today, provided the gods of air travel choose to smile upon him! That is all really.
Oh, and we had some really good pot roast for dinner tonight.
Oh, and we had some really good pot roast for dinner tonight.
Monday, October 12, 2009
My Complaint
I've always been a sleeper. 8 or 9 hours is my ideal. I know that a nightly 9 hours is highly ambitious for someone over the age of say, 5, but I used to get it as often as possible.
The story of my sleep is the story of motherhood. My nine whittled down to 8, 7, 6 as I became more and more pregnant with Eva. From my 8th month of pregnancy on I was getting 5 or 6 hours. And then she was born. And she didn't sleep. But by the time she was 7 or 8 months old she was only waking once, and I was sleeping 7 hours again. Not all at once, of course. By 10 months she was sleeping through the night, and by the time I got pregnant again I was back to a solid 8 hours of sleep.
Now I am plunged back into sleep hell. 10 months old next week and Waylon is still waking 2 or 3 or 5 times. If I could go to bed when he does, at 7:30, I suppose I could handle this, as his wakings come much later at night. And they start about an hour after I fall asleep.
People give advice about this. Let him cry. Sure, that makes him fall back asleep on his own, but it doesn't stop him from waking up again and hour or 2 later.
There is nothing I want more in this world right now than just ONE night of 6 hours of solid sleep. Six hours of deep sleep. Six hours of burrowing deep in a nest of flannel and fleece. Six hours of dreaming. Six hours of heaven.
The story of my sleep is the story of motherhood. My nine whittled down to 8, 7, 6 as I became more and more pregnant with Eva. From my 8th month of pregnancy on I was getting 5 or 6 hours. And then she was born. And she didn't sleep. But by the time she was 7 or 8 months old she was only waking once, and I was sleeping 7 hours again. Not all at once, of course. By 10 months she was sleeping through the night, and by the time I got pregnant again I was back to a solid 8 hours of sleep.
Now I am plunged back into sleep hell. 10 months old next week and Waylon is still waking 2 or 3 or 5 times. If I could go to bed when he does, at 7:30, I suppose I could handle this, as his wakings come much later at night. And they start about an hour after I fall asleep.
People give advice about this. Let him cry. Sure, that makes him fall back asleep on his own, but it doesn't stop him from waking up again and hour or 2 later.
There is nothing I want more in this world right now than just ONE night of 6 hours of solid sleep. Six hours of deep sleep. Six hours of burrowing deep in a nest of flannel and fleece. Six hours of dreaming. Six hours of heaven.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
All Mine
When the wind blows like this and I am home with just the kids in the house, I sometimes feel like any minute I will be Dorothy, swept off into another dimension. Our house is like a sieve, all cracks and holes.
We used to have a postcard on the fridge, an abandoned house with the words "One more payment and it is our!" scrawled across the roof. When I feel like the roof might break off at any moment I think about that postcard and realize we don't have one more payment left.
We really own this place. It is all ours, holes and cracks and all. No mortgage. And I realize how lucky we are.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Farm Fresh Food Club
I could go on and on about vichyssoise, but that bitch already did it. The one with blog and the book and the movie. At least Julia C. said some not so nice stuff about her, that makes her success easier for me to take (and makes me feel all the more justified in my bitterness.) But the vichyssoise. She was right about that. It really is perfection.
Pretty much everything from my farm share has been perfection, actually. And it keeps getting better. This week I am overwhelmed by the chard and the onions and the garlic the broccoli and the potatoes and the tomatoes and the carrots and the herbs and the beets and squash. And just when I think I have figured out everything I will be making, something else remembers itself to me...But what about the kale? (Chips. Kale chips.)
We pick up every Friday afternoon, and that has become such a treat for my 3 year old. "The FARM! Can I see the chickens?"
I love that she is able to see where her food comes from, to pick beans, to meet our farmer. To know that carrots come out of the ground, not a bag. I love that she has heard the soft music that is a flock of clucking chickens. Now I just have to explain that not ALL chickens live in an old camper turned chicken coop.
Pretty much everything from my farm share has been perfection, actually. And it keeps getting better. This week I am overwhelmed by the chard and the onions and the garlic the broccoli and the potatoes and the tomatoes and the carrots and the herbs and the beets and squash. And just when I think I have figured out everything I will be making, something else remembers itself to me...But what about the kale? (Chips. Kale chips.)
We pick up every Friday afternoon, and that has become such a treat for my 3 year old. "The FARM! Can I see the chickens?"
I love that she is able to see where her food comes from, to pick beans, to meet our farmer. To know that carrots come out of the ground, not a bag. I love that she has heard the soft music that is a flock of clucking chickens. Now I just have to explain that not ALL chickens live in an old camper turned chicken coop.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Not Perfect...
Why yes, I did make these cinnamon rolls from scratch. But don't worry...my house looks like a tornado went through about 10 seconds ago. The first responders haven't even been paged yet.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Whip It
All I have to say is that I am so excited to see this movie that I declared next Friday "Whip It" day at my office and officially decreed that we will all go see this movie as a team activity.
And how much do I love my boss that she suggested my team also get drinks together after?
And how much do I love my boss that she suggested my team also get drinks together after?
Thursday, October 1, 2009
This what I think when I run...
Click the lock shut. Bend and touch your toes. Straighten up. Walk out of the locker room, Bound up the first set of steps. At the second set, use the middle step to stretch your calves. Walk past the men's locker room and wonder why there is a sign telling them to wear at least a towel while the women's locker room has no such sign. Say hello to the attendant. Scan the gym. Climb the stairs. And stretch. And Stretch.
Start around the track, Clockwise on Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Walk briskly. Feel the cold air coming in the windows. Breathe. Count off five minutes. It is faster than you can imagine.
Start to run. Feel strong. Think about your posture. Don't spill the water from the bowl of your pelvis. Keep your feet straight. Arms loose. Shoulders loose. Head up. Think about where you foot hits the track. Smell the gym smell. Count the laps on your fingers. 11 times is a mile. Do you count the lap as you do it? Or when you finish? Why did they change the radio station? The other one was better. Why don't you have an ipod? Wonder if birds ever fly in the windows. Is that bird poop on the blue rubber of the track, or is a drop of white paint?
Should you be breathing that fast? Running that fast? How many laps was that? This song is okay. Maybe this station won't be so bad. You can look at your watch after four songs. Or after 15 laps. How do you count again? Look at the track. No, keep your head up, Look at the brick wall. Don't look at that clock. Think about work. Think about work some more. Some more. See? You ran a lot while you thought about work. But how many laps was that? If you just think about work, you won't get tired. You can't think of anything to think about. How can this song still be on. Don't look at your watch. Don't look. Don't look.
Think about the kids. When will that rash go away? What will you feed them for dinner tonight? Your hip hurts. You should have stretched more. How many laps? How many fingers? Try to do the math. If 11 laps is a mile and 16 and three quarters laps is 1.5 miles, how many miles is 25 laps? But if you run faster than a lap a minute, which you do now, you will run more than 25 laps in 25 minutes. And you want to run 2 and a half miles in 25 minutes today. Wait. How fast do you have to run each lap if train A leaves the station on time?
Why did you look at your watch?
Just sing along with the song. Sing. Sing. Sing. Your voice in your head is a really good singer. Sing. Sing. Sing.
It is over! Now you can walk! Walking feels so good. And that was easy. You could have run for many many more minutes. Oh shit. This is why you should start your run on a time ending in five or zero. You should have been running until 12:28 not 12:26.
So add an extra minute. Sprint. Sprint. Sprint. You are fast fast fast. You think about work again. If you can run this fast now, you were not working hard enough before. Run fast fast fast. Make sure the time is up before you stop. There. And walk.
Start around the track, Clockwise on Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Walk briskly. Feel the cold air coming in the windows. Breathe. Count off five minutes. It is faster than you can imagine.
Start to run. Feel strong. Think about your posture. Don't spill the water from the bowl of your pelvis. Keep your feet straight. Arms loose. Shoulders loose. Head up. Think about where you foot hits the track. Smell the gym smell. Count the laps on your fingers. 11 times is a mile. Do you count the lap as you do it? Or when you finish? Why did they change the radio station? The other one was better. Why don't you have an ipod? Wonder if birds ever fly in the windows. Is that bird poop on the blue rubber of the track, or is a drop of white paint?
Should you be breathing that fast? Running that fast? How many laps was that? This song is okay. Maybe this station won't be so bad. You can look at your watch after four songs. Or after 15 laps. How do you count again? Look at the track. No, keep your head up, Look at the brick wall. Don't look at that clock. Think about work. Think about work some more. Some more. See? You ran a lot while you thought about work. But how many laps was that? If you just think about work, you won't get tired. You can't think of anything to think about. How can this song still be on. Don't look at your watch. Don't look. Don't look.
Think about the kids. When will that rash go away? What will you feed them for dinner tonight? Your hip hurts. You should have stretched more. How many laps? How many fingers? Try to do the math. If 11 laps is a mile and 16 and three quarters laps is 1.5 miles, how many miles is 25 laps? But if you run faster than a lap a minute, which you do now, you will run more than 25 laps in 25 minutes. And you want to run 2 and a half miles in 25 minutes today. Wait. How fast do you have to run each lap if train A leaves the station on time?
Why did you look at your watch?
Just sing along with the song. Sing. Sing. Sing. Your voice in your head is a really good singer. Sing. Sing. Sing.
It is over! Now you can walk! Walking feels so good. And that was easy. You could have run for many many more minutes. Oh shit. This is why you should start your run on a time ending in five or zero. You should have been running until 12:28 not 12:26.
So add an extra minute. Sprint. Sprint. Sprint. You are fast fast fast. You think about work again. If you can run this fast now, you were not working hard enough before. Run fast fast fast. Make sure the time is up before you stop. There. And walk.
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