Marvelous Mondays vs. Terrible Tuesdays

I like Mondays . . . return of the routine, things are in order, ready for the week. But by Tuesday, it just falls apart. This school year, it seems that Tuesday is the day in which we are over-scheduled or in all honesty, the day that I over-schedule. Needless to say, it has not been a good exercise day during Lent, so I will relish in the wonderful walk I had yesterday at Doodle Hill Farm. Kate had her riding lesson, and I had the chance to catch up with a good friend as we strolled in the woods along the trails and through back pastures. It was a beautiful day and much better than sitting in the car grading papers which is the norm. My Lenten discipline has made me think more about my exercise habits and ways to get it in. Yesterday, I had to commit to this afternoon walk first thing in the morning by remembering to pack my walking shoes - I was not ruining my Ebay purchased Donald J Pliners in a pile of manure. So there will be no exercise today between work, carpools, grocery store, and some function with the husband. That's ok - there is always Zumba on Wednesday!

Window Walking

After the St. Paddy's Day parade, I decided to walk home via Devine Street. My walk was well over 40 minutes due in large part to zipping in and out of stores. Just the Thing had great new handbags in all sorts of spring colors; Round Robin had the cutest dress I have EVER seen; and Brittons had just gotten in a shipment of great looking jewelry - one piece warranted a return trip via automobile which was purchased and worn hours later at the Heathwood auction. Needless to say that Devine Street should be avoided unless exercising your wallet is your m.o.. Today I am aerobically cleaning my house. Seriously, I have on my work-out clothes and shoes and have been doing squats with my laundry basket, lunges with the vacuum, and I have had my own little step class running up and down the stairs. I think a full day of house work is equal to 40 minutes in a gym, and if you disagree . . . well, your body may be fitter, but I bet my house is cleaner than yours! :>)

Blame it on the rain . . .

Weather isn't pretty, so it was back to the gym for a little cardio last night. My ipod was lost/stolen/misplaced, so I treated myself to a newer, fancier one. I am amazed at how little it is - smaller than a matchbox and holds over 250 songs. Anyhoo, I also treated myself to some new tunes. Travel back with me to the late 80's for a little Milli Vanelli. Yes, the title for today isn't really about the weather - it's the song! I must say that "Blame it on the Rain" puts a little zip in my step and brings back really funny memories of a great Greystone friend and driving around Gastonia NC with broken windshield wipers - in the rain! It's amazing the memories that we keep and the events in life that make their mark, usually a song goes with the moment. If there was a soundtrack for my life, I think that "Blame it on the Rain!" would certainly be in the mix. We are also mid-Lent, and I am learning a lot about time management with regard to exercise. Some days are just impossible, but making yourself go on the days when the only thing you can blame is the rain, seems to be the key.

Bring it on . . .

Spring that is! I still had a little tickle in my throat, but I have even more of a jiggle in my trunk, so I laced up for a great power walk yesterday afternoon. The afternoon was absolutely gorgeous - perfect temp, bright orange sunset, lots of chirping birds - sure signs that Spring is oh so close. Columbia in the spring is quite something - a perfect southern landscape of daffodils, azaleas, red bud trees, and wisteria. My yard contributes greatly to this masterpiece with perhaps the most spectacular Japanese magnolia tree in the city. Just this morning, I saw buds opening which means that in the next 7-10 days, my corner will be fabulous! Do drive by, or better yet, walk the entire neighborhood. I think power walks will be my exercise d'jour in the the days and weeks ahead.

First Time Listener

We preach being a "first time listener" with our children, often to no avail. As an adult, I have learned who and what to listen to, and my body is something I know I should listen to first. A few years ago, I chose to ignore my bodies signs and signals of strep throat and had to take steroids to relieve the swelling. As mothers, we tend to "press on" as being sick is not convenient for anyone, but especially a mother. Fortunately, I had a weekend already planned where it was convenient to rest and recoop. I caught up on much needed sleep, stayed close to home, drank lots of liquids, and listened to my body. I am officially feeling about 90% which means there are no excuses for tomorrow. So it's back to pounding the pavement (no Body Attack for a few more days! :>)

The Burning Bush

Didn't Satan tempt Jesus in the form of a burning bush while in the desert? My mother did get me to Sunday School, but I may be confusing Jesus and Moses stories. If any of my 5 fans know the answer - give me a shout out! Regardless - I've been tempted and tested these past two days, and I am in a bit of a quandary. First, I decided that yesterday was my "off" day this week. Lesson #1 - Never let your "off" day come at the beginning of the week as you have no idea what the rest of the week has in store. Although, I must say that dinner with good friends and lots of laugh is always a great excuse. Second, I am sick - cough due to cold or cold due to cough, but either way - I feel just awful. I was most gracious for darling students who were well-behaved today as I struggled through my classes. I imagine that really skinny girls exercise through colds, H1N1, and pneumonia, but I think this girl needs some liquids, NyQuil, and Little House on the Prairie this evening. So, that leaves only 3 "off" days until Easter - yikes! Thus, I am in an "emergency" only mode. I am tempted to suck it up and go tonight, but I have a crazy weekend ahead, and being sick is not an option. After a quick re-read, a burning bush has very little to do with my entry, but I am too bushed to think of something else to write, and I am afraid my head may start burning up if I don't sign off . . . .

*** After an email clarification from my sister, it seems that next year I will read the Bible during Lent. Burning Bush has nothing to do with Jesus or Lent. I think I was hallucinating yesterday.

Body Attack

New week, new month - I love a clean slate. Actually, March means a full month of exercise, so it's in like a Lion . . . . Body Attack!! What a hard group fitness class. It's like aerobics of days gone by but much harder, or is it me that is just much older? My age seems to be a constant theme of this blog, but I do look at those college girls and think, "Wow! Just give me my body back for one day or at least for this one class!" It's the energy and the stamina that I miss. A 7:15 aerobics class was considered early, something we would do to burn off the calories we were about to consume at Shenanigan's. (local Sewanee eatery - home of the turkey melt!) Now, I am just plan exhausted, although I do get a boost after class and can be found feverishly cleaning the kitchen and folding laundry. I am very into anything with Oxy Power and have used most of the bottle of Fantasik. Perhaps if they made it for humans, I'd feel fantasik. I think I will spell it that way from now on . . .