Ten In A Row?

Ten in a row? Ah, no.

I didn’t even make it ten days in a row, not even seven or even five. Three days (3!) in a row, I conscientiously exercised for a total of sixty minutes a day. I started losing motivation when I acknowledged that although loading severely overgrown shrubbery into the dump trailer felt like sixty minutes of grueling work, it was really only fifteen minutes. With excuses and justifications piling up, I sit here on the seventh day of the sixty day challenge without a single minute of a MovNat workout to claim as my own.

That seems fairly inadequate.

Hmm.

If I am going to make a change to reverse the dysfunctional aging, I can’t give up just because it wasn’t ten consecutive days. My progress wasn’t hindered because I didn’t witness improvements, I enabled other things to take priority. I can’t say I’m surprised by how poorly I implemented the plan. I had predicted it from the start.

If I can’t immediately turn on the drive to workout everyday, I’ll have veer toward bettering last week’s dismal performance. This week’s challenge will be to make my workout a priority a minimum of 4 days this week.

I might also need to include a more positive attitude and/or stop eating lunch at Steak and Shake….

*I did not want to post this today, but I had declared that I would publish all my failures for the public to see. At least, I stuck to one part of the plan.

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I am an American

I married into a strong Latvian family and community. When I get asked about my ancestry, I say I’m about as American as you can get. I don’t think the Latvians really understand what I mean. While I greatly enjoy my husband’s connection to his culture and heritage, I’d like to take the opportunity to flex my American muscle.

Thank you, Scott Rose for all your hard work on Ancestry.com so that I can brag a little.

1. On two lines, I am the 14th generation born in America (or what would one day be America). Scarily enough, these two lines lead back to the same woman which means a couple of distant cousins married at one point. Things were different back in the colonial days.

2. Four times, I am the 13th generation. Nine times each, I am the 12th and 11th generation born in America. No cousins were involved in these lines.

3. There are a couple dozen times where there are more than seven generations between me and a European born ancestor.

4. The closest I get to a generation born in Europe was one time, three generations ago.

5. I’m not just American, I’m a Michigander. On my dad’s side, I was the 3rd, 4th, 5th and 5th generation to be born in Michigan. On my mom’s side, I was the 4th, 4th, 5th and 5th generation to be born in Michigan.

I’m proud to be an American. One day, I’ll be a Michigander again.

P.S. Thanks, Kristine for asking me if I am distantly related to Kelly Clarkson. You opened a can of worms!

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If A Tree Falls In The Family Room, Will It Wake Everyone Up?

The other night, an hour after I went to bed, I was still awake. Perhaps it was the nagging guilt of publicly consenting to 60/60 and only having 40 minutes for day 1 that kept me from falling asleep? Or, perhaps, I was super excited about exercising for 60 days straight?

Yeah, guilt is mighty powerful.

I figured a session of relaxation yoga would help me fall asleep after fulfilling my 60 minute requirement. However, I began to doubt the wisdom of performing yoga at 11 pm at night when I lost my balance while doing a tree pose.

Ok, I was attempting a tree pose because had I been successfully “doing” it, I wouldn’t have nearly landed in the TV.

Conclusion, a tree pose falling in the family room will not wake up everyone else if you can tuck and roll.

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60 Days or 10 Days?

Today, right after eating my lunch from McDonald’s, I started a MovNat 60/60 challenge. It’s 60 minutes of exercise for 60 days.

Yes, I see the absurdity of my choices. Why else would I write that? I mean, 60 days straight?? Who does that?
(Seriously, yes, I know, McDonalds)

I’ve been fascinated with MovNat fitness for years. I’ve even looked into attending workshops. (They are a little beyond my budget) But, honestly, me? 60 days? Ha! I’ll bet you I go 10 days tops.

MovNat is the official coaching method, fitness program and certification system developed by Erwan Le Corre for Natural Movement. It is a way of exercise, fitness, functional rehabilitation and physical education

It might sound like it’s an excuse to avoid “real” exercise. I don’t care what it sounds like. I care that I’m tired of feeling like I have a 55 year old musculoskeletal system in 41 year old skin. Maybe these natural movements will let me sit in a canoe for more than 15 minutes before I start complaining to the nearest person who happened to be my friend, R, stuck listening to me for 6 hours because how do you escape someone else’s whining when you’re in the same canoe?

I’ve made declarations, exclamations, proclamations and pledges before. I’ve had epiphanies, soul searches, and hit rock bottom before. I’ve written, preached and song the songs before. As I said, I probably won’t last 10 days. Lucky for you, I’m going to reveal all my humiliation and McDonalds trips here for your enjoyment.

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Today’s lunch followed by Day 1 of MovNat. I fear memorizing the movements because that means I won’t have a 10 minute break in between each exercise as I wait for the explanation videos to download.

Hurray for functional fitness!
Seriously, please, give me functional fitness.

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Are you still Barefoot Rose?

Oiy.

A Barefoot Rose By Any Other Name was not the first title of my blog. After being consumed with obsessions in barefoot running and blogging, I decided to take the big plunge into barefoot fortune and fame declaring myself to be Barefoot Rose! The Barefoot Runner and best undiscovered blogger in which that undiscovered status would soon change from the droves of barefoot runners flocking to my page just because I was a barefoot runner.

That declaration went over like two ships passing in the night. The only thing to note the change in my user name and blog title was an automated computer reply from WordPress saying, “Welcome, Barefoot Rose”. All six of my readers are relatives or nearly-tives.

Can I still be Barefoot Rose if I’m not barefoot running and wear shoes 50-60% of the time?

Well, despite your answer, I’m not taking it back. That’s where the By Any Other Name comes into play. Runner or not. Blogger or not. I am the Barefoot Rose.

I’ve committing myself to barefoot walking in the morning. I will build up to barefoot running, some day, but for now I run in shoes (Altra zero drop, light cushion).

I still mostly hate shoes. Too big, too small, too narrow, too floppy, too slippery, too stiff, too hot…too smelly.

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Are You Still Running?

Susan, my New Jersey intern turned friend from Port Huron, and I sat around a summer back yard fire catching up on life and parenthood.
“Are you still running?” she inquired.
I paused…

A month earlier, I was at a conference networking with your standard R&D introverts. It would have been a slow conversation if it hadn’t been for the free beer and wine at the happy hour. We were discussing the challenges of getting up at 5 am to run in the scholarship fundraiser 5K. Not one of us was planning on running it. The woman next to me admitted that she used to run but she’d gotten injured and never got back into running. I nodded my head knowing what she meant.

I used to fear getting injured so bad that I wouldn’t be able to run while I waited to heal. Three running styles, five pairs of shoes, a set of bare feet, months of early morning walks, turning 40 and two missed Girls On The Run events later, I realize my fear was misplaced. I should have feared losing my desire to run.

I run sporadically. Often, I’ll run in the middle of my morning walk. But, am I running? ie., Am I a Runner?

I have never defined being a “Runner” by speed or distance. To me, being a runner has to do with attitude, desire and a runner’s high. Susan’s inquiry put me in a position where I had to face what had happened. I changed and I no longer feel like I am a runner.

Ever since Susan’s inquiry, I’ve pondered who am I, what am I doing and what do I want? I suppose this is another side affect of going over-the-hill. It’s hard to define a goal when you’ve already taken life’s major stepping stones, run a 5K, win a 5K, run a half, run a sub-25 5K, PR in the half, get injured and run a return 5K. What’s left? Maybe it’s time I did something crazy?

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Six Steps Celebrating Jani: A Beginners Guide To PseudoLatvianism

Jani: A midsummer’s celebration that is like celebrating New Year’s Eve only it makes New Year’s Eve look like Groundhog’s Day. (Note: Reasons for celebrating Jani will be covered under PseudoLatvian Novice : Transitioning from Light-Weight to Mid-Weight.

1. Build a bonfire by the lake.

2. Build a bonfire so big that it could be seen 10 miles away. Since you’ll need to be in the country side for this bonfire to avoid being arrested for arson, it helps to follow number 1 so “could be seen” will change to “can be seen”.

3. Put a bonfire up on a pole. Lighting this bonfire can be tricky. The old tradition is to have a young man with the proper skills light it with an arrow. However, one missed shot in the wrong location could lead to a wildfire that can be viewed 10 miles away which is not the way to complete number 2.

4. Adorn your head and the head of everyone else with a crown of flowers or leaves depending upon gender, preference, or availability of materials.

5. Eat cheese. If it doesn’t have seeds in it, you’ve got the wrong cheese.

6. Sing and dance all night until the sun comes up. What else are you going to do while you wait for that “10 mile” bonfire to burn out?

To sum it up, enjoy the fires, accessorize with organics, and forget that you need singing and dancing lessons. Or, go to Garezers where you can be indoctrinated into PseudoLatvianism in one night.

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