Blah-bitty, blah blah and yoga in the mornings

nobody@vox.com(cageyness) — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 15:36:49 -0700

A day of working from home is almost over. I quieted my hunger (a little) with a yummy bowl of oatmeal. The weather is springy today and should be summery tomorrow--breezy, warm, and perfect for going out on the town. I should be very cheery, but I'm feeling a bit blue...or maybe just tired...but the feeling drove me to sit down and scribble a bit of a journal out and so here I am.

I had planned to try to finish this other project for my consulting gig in the next few hours so I could try to get into Austin by about 9, but right now I'd rather put my pjs on and just relax for a bit before starting to work again, only that will put me behind on finishing the project. What to do, what to do...

PJs are totally winning out. I'd have to be home early anyway. Plus, I did want to try running again tonight, but...ugh, I'm so tired. Of course, tomorrow I'm taking a half day from work to watch a co-worker's band and then intend to stay downtown anyway, and there's no way in hell I'm going to work a run in then, so I suppose it all works out. PJs now, work, run tonight, sleep.

I would also like to get a pizza from Papa Murphy's and eat the entire thing tonight, but I think that is a bad idea from a nutritional perspective. In this lead up to the Cap 10k, and other events I still haven't decided on, I'm trying especially hard to eat really well. I wouldn't call it a diet, but I am definitely wearing a nutritionist hat lately and eyeing everything through a pie chart of fats, carbs, and proteins. The other issue is that I am trying to stay hydrated, so I'm drinking water like it's my job and hitting the ladies room with corresponding frequency.

My apologies for the inane details. I actually do have topics of substance to write about, but I'm just not up to the task right now. Maybe I'll tackle those things on Monday in a sort of weekend-in-review post.

One new development I'm not too tired to mention...I have started doing yoga in the morning first thing when I wake up. It may sound a little strange, but I like to do it in my master bathroom (which I keep very clean and is of a decent size) where the window faces east and the light increases with the sunrise. I don't put my contacts in or wear my glasses, but instead just run through my routine in semi-blindess. This sensory deprivation seems to make it easier for me to focus and to relax at the same time. It's very curious, but it works wonders for me. So far this week, the thought that I can do some yoga if I can get up in time is what has actually moved me out of my bed on time. Yes, I'm actually getting comfortable with yoga and not feeling like I want to cry when I do it. Of course, my morning routine is very simple and the poses are very modified, but I am looking forward to learning more as soon as I can. Thank you again to electric firefly and shush now for their encouragement a while back.

Ok, well that's all for now. SXSW will have to wait for tomorrow. And since I don't want to cook, I think Papa Murphy's is going to get some of my money in just a little while. I'm not actually going to eat the whole thing tonight though--if I did, I'd miss out on my other favorite way to start the day...cold pizza right out of the 'fridge!

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Rainy Monday morning ramble

nobody@vox.com(cageyness) — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 08:05:40 -0700

I thought the time change would mean I would stay up later and wake up later, but in fact I was already tired by 10 while still doing laundry and some stuff for work, in bed just after 11, and thankfully asleep right about midnight. I took the time to lay out today's outfit and put my laptop and other necessities in one place ready to go for the morning. I thought today would be such a nice smooth morning...I should have checked the weather report.

My first alarm went off and I kinda yawned and thought, oh good, a few more minutes to stay in bed until the second alarm. And then just as I was drifting back into my fifteen minutes of sleep, I heard a strange noise...loud and rumbling and I could sort of feel it in the house. My eyes popped open in amazement...seriously the loudest rolling crack of thunder I have heard in a long time. Almost simultaneously I heard a commotion right outside my bedroom door. So I jumped out of bed, threw open the door and Evita launched herself into my room. Poor thing. She does not like the thunder. (And when I think of the years she was forced to sleep outside, even in the rain...grrrr.) But I think we were both surprised by her bounce past me into my room. We just kinda stared at eachother--she had a look that said, "What the hell was that?!" She must have been jolted out of sleep because as soon as I put my slippers on and started to walk down the hallway, she followed quickly. (She's a good girl; she knows she's not supposed to be in my bedroom. Trust me, she has a great life despite the fact that my allergies won't let her in my room.)

It's almost 3 hours later and the rain's still coming down, the sky is filled with clouds down to the treetops, and the roads are a mess. (Austin's a great town, but these folks just can't drive in the rain. It's a fact. And ice? Fuggetaboutit.) So it's a work-from-home Monday after all. I don't like working from home on Mondays. I have so many meetings that I have to call in for that it's much more sensible for me to be in office to handle them. But I'm on a call even as I write this--it's winding down and we're in the part where little input if any has ever been needed from me. So, I will make do.

I had planned to run at lunch today, but my body is achy from plyos and other quad work I did over the weekend, not to mention the running, and I'm wondering if I shouldn't take it easy today after all...but I'll probably try to get some yoga in just to keep myself moving.

But first things first...last night I dreamt...of pancakes. In the dream I kept trying to make some and people and things kept coming up and getting in the way! So now, pancakes it is! Who says dreams can't come true?

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