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a marathon of a monday

April 22, 2014

i’m suffering from a mad case of the sleepies.  blame it on the easter candy and the bright weather but i am struggling to keep my eyes open and my bum locked in to my desk chair.  i want to frolic!  i want to soak up the sunny rays!  i want to not be here!  alas.

i spent my yesterday hours glued to streaming coverage of the boston marathon.  i’m not sure if it was the espresso or marathon monday, but i jittered as i watched shalane flanagan tearing down the streets of boston, her blonde ponytail trying to keep up.  she led the women’s pack for the first 17 miles or so until…

that sneaky little jeptoo took down shalane.  (that’s jeptoo behind shalane in the foreground of this pic for you normal people out there.)  an american woman hasn’t won the boston marathon since 1985.  and an american man hadn’t won the marathon since 1983, until…

mr. meb won the race in 2:08.37.  just to put this in perspective for you, that’s 26.2 sub-5:00 miles.  that’s cranking the treadmill speed up to 12.0.  and he’s 39 years old.  and awesome.

i don’t typically like mondays but i’ll make an exception for marathon monday.  and next year, when i hope to run boston, i hope you will too.  if not, i’ll send shalane chasing after you like she did when she met anderson cooper on the track…

marathon monday

April 21, 2014

easter recap coming soon.  i’m too nervous watching shalane flanagan leading the boston marathon to even think about lamb cake and easter eggs.

p.s.  it was awesome.

p.p.s.  go shalane!

easter 2014

April 20, 2014

things that are different about this easter:

  • i went to catholic mass at holy trinity in georgetown this morning.  i feel like they could smell the protestantism seeping out of my pores.
  • my family is visiting sarah at her new home in charlotte.  i’m the lone ranger up here.
  • no easter basket…a crate & barrel pie basket instead!
  • i didn’t give anything up for lent since i face planted into 13 slices of wedding cake way back when.
  • the lamb’s head stayed connected to his neck.  phew!
  • no grandma r to triumphantly laud my lamb cake’s survival.

things that are the same about this easter:

  • i went to church.
  • i’m surrounded by friends i love.  like my own little d.c. family.
  • candy overflowing my familial easter basket.
  • i’m face planting into aforementioned candy.
  • there is lamb cake.  always lamb cake.
  • sharing little bits of my family’s wacky traditions with friends.  grandma r lives on!  the lamb cake on the other hand…

experiencing easter

April 19, 2014

there’s a naked lamb cake in my oven and i’m writing about it and there’s a reason for that.

yesterday the high school where i work hosted its annual writer’s day.  at town meeting the english faculty assembled and presented awards to budding young writers.  but first we listened to a real writer share her thoughts on what makes a good writer.  she talked about perspective and how teenagers might think they have a lot of it but, if they’d open their eyes and ears, they’d gain more of the stuff.  she talked about how every experience – every person we encounter, every scene our eyes witness, every sentence our brain digests – colors everything we do.  we’re basically piggy banks and every thing we experience is change that clinks into our bank, to be withdrawn on a rainy day.

i love this idea.  i’m curious by nature and i have a hyperactive imagination.  i get misty eyed when i watch an old man boarding the bus, brief case in hand, and imagine that he’s a retired professor who’s going to meet up with his argyle-clad fellow ex-profs at some dusty bookstore in georgetown.  i can emulate the snarf! snarf! sound that daisy makes when she really wants a piece of pizza that’s melted onto the street.  i like to read fairy tales and my brain thinks in an alice in wonderland/wizard of oz/breakfast at tiffany’s quirky way.  every thing i see or hear or read or feel, i absorb.

so, it’s natural to me that when i think easter i think of sugary candy eggs hidden in grandma’s piano bench.  i think of frilly petticoats and shiny saddle shoes.  i think of our little church packed to the stained glass windows. (did you know that many churches get their shape from noah’s ark?  in case of flood, they could topple over and turn into flotation devices.  i told you…i absorb everything.)  i think of egg bake and fruit salad and lamb cake.  my experiences have made me into the writer, person and lamb cake baker that i am today.  and because you’re reading this, you might just think of lamb cake when you think of easter.  or you might go snarf! snarf! when you see pizza stuck to the street.

one or the other.

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an easter in kansas city

sarah, grandma, grandpa and me with our cousins

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grandpa r explaining the ways of the universe to me

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a common theme from my early years: petticoats and hair curlers

grandma and me on easter, clearly talking about something very important

easter’s on its way…

April 18, 2014

this girl cannot get enough of the (mildly sadistic looking) bunny emoji.  red eyes and all, i think he’s just the cutest thing since peter cottontail!

 

sweat, blood and beyonce?

April 17, 2014

these are things i love:

  • working out.
  • having really awesome tunes pumping through my cranium while i’m working out.
  • feeling invincible.
  • feeling invincible while i’m working out and listening to super sweet tunes.
  • not being bored.  ever.

in an effort to be un-bored while working out (you know the rest) i’ve made myself into a cardio chameleon over the past month.  i run, i jump, i hold really strange pretzel looking poses while walloping sweat puddles onto the floor.  see?  that’s not boring.  it’s also not easy on the pocketbook or the datebook.  i’ve been busy burning through my trust fund (non existent) while i’ve been burning through calories (and lululemon gear).

barre3

via dcfitcrasher.com

barre3 is about as chi-chi and chick-y as workouts get.  but don’t take my word for it.  located on the georgetown waterfront in a refurbed building with exposed brick and super sleek glass walls, barre3 is my every pinterest board come to life.  i was a pilates devotee when i lived in lexington and since i moved to d.c. i’ve been trying to find the next best thing.  ding!  ding!  ding!  we may have a winner.  while i don’t love bar method classes because i feel they are too technical and involve all that pelvis tucking, i love barre3 because it’s a mix of pilates, ballet barre and fun.  the squatting until your thighs throb, while holding 3 pound weights above your ears kind of fun.  my favorite kind.

the reason i say this is chick-y is because it’s not about throwing a zillion pounds of weight around.  we ladies aren’t about that necessarily.  this is a silent, deadly assassin of workouts.  those little pulses and tiny weights pack a punch.  just like us, ladies.

sweat factor:  hand me a neutrogena face wipe, won’t you?

hurt factor:  i sure do feel those thousand tippy-toe squats when i prance through georgetown sipping a skim latte.

corepower yoga – sculpt

i’m absolutely positive i’ve never sweat so much in my entire existence as a relatively sweaty mammal.  i’ve run a marathon.  i’ve been to las vegas in the summer.  sculpt at corepower yoga is the drippiest, grossest workout i’ve ever survived.  i’m not sure i could survive being any sweatier.  why so sweaty?  they crank the heat up in the hot yoga studio to around 95 degrees.  and then they put you through a yoga/cardio/weight lifting fun fest.  think up dog/down dog/one foot forward lunge/lunge in place for the next 22 beyonce songs.  in 95 degree heat.  bring a towel.  heck, bring two towels.  you’ll need them.  you’ll also need superior strength and mental fortitude.  but it will be worth it.

sweat factor:  off the richter scales.  this is real, people.

hurt factor:  i had to stop.  multiple times.  and pretend i was getting a drink of water.  it’s also so slippery and treacherous i’m not positive i was super effective but i did get a good burn.

corepower yoga – corepower fusion

prepare to get to know your neighbors…and wear their sweat. image via core power yoga

a hot fusion of pilates/yoga.  this i could dig on the regular.  like, i’m pretty sure i should never go back because i have an addictive personality and this could be the end of me…and my wallet.

sweat factor:  marathon style sweat.  hot, sweaty but not sloppy.

hurt factor:  hurt so good.

mind the mat – pilates bootcamp

have you ever been afraid of someone you’re also completely obsessed with?  that’s my relationship with the instructors of pilates bootcamp at mind the mat in the del ray neighborhood of alexandria.  {there is no pilates bootcamp offered at my ‘hood location of mtm.  boohoo!}  if they’re not barking at you to make teaser your “resting position,” they’re yelling at you to drop and give them 30 burpees.  right, just wrap your brain around that sentence.  in what world is teaser a resting position?  and when are 30 burpees ever humanly possible?  at mind the mat, ya little wimps.  i’m simultaneously quaking in my nike free’s and doing beyonce jazz hands when i walk into the neon wonderland/torture chamber that is their studio.  and i’m totally obsessed with that feeling.

sweat factor:  does beyonce sweat while being a girl who runs the world?  then you should too.

hurt factor:  in what world would doing a 5 minute teaser, followed by 30 burpees not hurt?  yes, it hurts.

and after all that, i feel invincible.  and really sweaty.  and a little more like beyonce.  and those are some of my favorite things.

the answer

April 17, 2014

questions.  i am fueled by ?’s and that upward lilt at the end of sentences that indicates uncertainty and curiosity.  i google to my little heart’s content.  and i click through all those silly bolded words in news articles to dive deeper into the story.  i think i’m starting to rub off on my advisees.

each morning we start with daily announcements.  club meetings, schedule changes, lunch assignments.  and each day we open our minds with a “fun fact of the day” at the bottom of the morning report.  today’s fun fact read:  the only 15 letter word you can spell without repeating a letter is “uncopyrightable”.  my students paused and let it sink in.  they took another bite of their clif bar or tapped away at their iphone.

is there a 16 letter word?

aha!  now you’re on to something, my little teenage inquisitor.  you’re asking questions, you’re digging deeper, you’re not accepting every fact.

and no, there is not a 16 letter word in the english language that does not repeat a letter.

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