Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Today's story about Lucy

Lucy sits bent over a newspaper at a table outside the restaurant, aimlessly looks over the detail while tapping the cap-end yellow highlighter to her cheek. She decisively opens the highlighter and circles the paragraph she finds interesting.  

She sips her coffee and wishes the empty chair across from her would have something to say. 

Glancing across the street, Lucy notices the doorman looking up at the sky. She imagines he has a positive word and smile. 

An image blocks her view. 

It's her friend Maggie. Maggie walks toward her and smiles, “Nice choice. I see you got a table for us.”

Lucy stands up, walks around the table and gives Maggie a hug. 

They both get settled into their seats. 

Lucy hands her a menu. Lucy says, “The Kale Caesar salad is great.” Maggie makes a sour face. “I’ll stick with the burger." 

Lucy’s phone on the table buzzes. The sound startles her. She picks up her phone. 

While Lucy types a text, Maggie looks around at the other tables outside the cafe. Then Lucy sets down her phone. 

Lucy hands the folded newspaper to Maggie displaying the apartment ads she highlighted. 

Maggie reads through the selected choices and nods, “Good choices. When do we get to go see them?” 

Lucy says, “How about tomorrow night after work?” 

“Tomorrow will work great.” Maggie smiles, excited to get her new life settled and share an apartment with her friend in the city.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

I need my morning run.

Some people need their morning coffee, I need my morning run. ~unknown

I run.
To get up every morning, excited, ready and determined.

Wake up,
Running clothes,
Shoes,
I-ipod, and
Garmin.
Drink large glass of water to hydrate.

Ready to step out the door.

I do it.
No thoughts,
Just determined to take one step, then another.
Soon, my jog becomes a solid pace.
I run,
My breath starts to be even.
A mile in.
My cadence is steady.
That's what I'm talking about.
The solid run.
One step after the other.
Swinging my arms.
My pace is good.
I am nearing the end, mile 5 is almost complete.
I feel good.
So happy I got out.
Now I'm there.
The end of the run.
I walk into the house.
Wow! I feel great.

Happy I got out there.
On another run.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Quitting easily makes us healthier

Lately, I've been feeling like a quitter given that I didn't follow through with my Ironman goal. But this quote says it all.

Contrary to conventional wisdom, the ability to quit easily makes us healthier—and wealthier—than does leechlike tenacity.

After I called the race director and got a partial refund, a heavy weight lifted. I knew I wasn't training like an Iron"wo"man would. There were days when I wasn't doing anything at all. Weeks when I would get up at 3 a.m. and swim 3000 yards and do 25 miles on the bike. I would be consistent for 2 weeks than there was a lull.  Once I made the decision, I'm back in life again. 

Sure, the goal made me focused.

This morning is the first morning, when I woke up and did Yoga, early, for an hour and a half, outside  in nature, with the birds. It was a beautiful practice, just because!

Quitting easily makes us healthier.