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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Sibling Rivalry

My siblings and I get along famously. So famously that when we were younger, people used to ask my mom how she got us to get along so well. I must admit that with a brother 6 years older, we didn’t always get along so famously when parents weren’t around. He was master of the game “Take a Seat”. I was master of taking a seat. Even though I remember hating that “game”, I really don’t feel any rivalry between my siblings and myself. I enjoy seeing them succeed and never feel the need to one up them.

This lack of competitiveness, of course, becomes a problem when my sister suggests that she and I compete in a weight loss challenge against each other where the biggest loser gets $50 from the actual loser. If I felt some sort of rivalry towards her then I would be motivated to make smart eating decisions resulting in a substantial advantage over her. Instead, I pick up the donut (or two) and tell myself it’s ok because surely, Penny will surge ahead on a wave of accomplishment that will carry her to a glorious finale. I just won’t care that she going to beat me. Thus, I’ll be sitting back, five pounds heavier, clapping for her as she crosses the finish line. I won’t even be able to cheer for her verbally because, at that time, I’ll have three brownies shoved in my mouth, “hurmmmfy Pemmffy!”

While I may not be characteristically competitive (against Penny), I am stIll characteristically a solution seeker. Resolutely, I decided to create an alternate set of rules for the challenge. In this game, on June 1st, the loser has to buy two pair of shorts. One pair for the winner to show off how good they look from all that weight loss. The other pair for themselves. Because the only thing worse than jeans shopping is swimsuit shopping. Since I am not a masochist, I settled for shorts. Even then, shorts is just as equally painful as shopping for jeans. The last thing you want to do after spending a month trying to lose weight is buy a pair of shorts in a bigger size. So, once again, to avoid being a masochist, whether I lose the most or lose the least, I’d better get losing!

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But / Butt

I ran…

As soon as I tell you that “I ran” my reflex is to minimize it with..

“But, I was slow”

“But, it was only a short distance.”

“But…”

As if I am unable to claim an actual run for those reasons. I won’t be able to build the confidence to run a half marathon if I spend so much time bursting my bubbles of accomplishments.

I ran…

…Before the sun came up.

…in 16 degrees temperature.

Those nine words give the same run a different outlook and, already, I feel lifted. But, I think I can do even better.

I ran an slow, agonizing mile before the sun came up on a dark, damp winter morning BUT I kicked butt.

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