A Good Kind Of Bad

I’ve had an ongoing debate with different people about whether you can enjoy something you’re bad at.  I think you can and if you’ve ever been to a karaoke bar, you know that’s the truth. 
 
I wasn’t “good” at running when I started and even now, I have some days I consider myself good, but still some that I think I’m not “good” (although 22-year-old Meg would have her jaw on the floor at my “easy” runs these days). 
 
I’ve not liked yoga in the past and originally I thought it was because I was bad at it.  My flexibility is horrible and classes usually start with a very basic forward fold, in which I’m barely forward, let alone folded.  But somehow since I’ve started practicing this month, I like it and I wonder, how can that be?  I’m BAD.
 
But then we move on and warrior II makes me feel like a badass. Then classes move to strength poses.  My handstands make me want to kiss my delts, biceps and triceps.  Balance poses?  I got this!  I love tree and dancer.  Strength + balance?  Yes please!  My instructor said my crow last night was “perfect.” Ah.
 
So maybe my opinion now is, you can enjoy something you’re not good at, but being good at some parts make it better (like the karaoke rockstars who are really good at swaying during the bridge). 
 
Revel in what you’re good at and it helps you stick to it to improve what you’re not so good at. 

A Baby Yogi

I like yoga.  If you had asked me a week ago, you would have gotten quite a different answer, but I’ve taken four classes in the past week and it’s on its way to love.

I’ve never been a real fan of it.  I considered it boring and too new agey.  Maybe I like it now because I’ve gotten more new agey, maybe it’s because I see the benefits of it and see that I need those benefits.  Maybe I like it because I’m folding it into my regular training, so my cardio-addict ways aren’t suffering.

As with anything, it’s about the right fit.  I’ve been practicing at Yoga on the Rocks, which is a new yoga studio inside Arizona on the Rocks, the rock climbing gym in North Scottsdale.

The space they created upstairs is perfect.  I was expecting a large room, probably because that’s what I’m used to in big box gyms, but it’s very intimate and there are no mirrors or windows to the outside to make you feel awkward, which, as a beginner is super important.  The room is decorated simply with candles around the perimeter, paper lanterns, a sound-sealed door and a Gandhi quote on the wall.

My four classes have been with three different instructors, each with their own style and flow series, but so far, I’ve liked them all.  When I head into class, I know I’m there to work.  Feeling like I’m sitting and breathing and napping for an hour is what I’ve not liked about it in the past.

I actually felt today for the first time that I’ve made improvements in my flexibility and balance, which is something I’m really hoping to improve.  I’ve even successfully done this in TWO of my classes:

The best part – and the initial draw – is that since it is a new studio, they are offering free classes for the first two weeks.  That’s pretty great marketing if you ask me!  Each class I’ve been in has been mostly full and full of great reviews afterward, so I think they are off to a great start.  They’ve already made me a convert!

Junk

I woke up this morning at 4:30.  Then I realized that was insane because Wednesdays are for junk runs and I’m slow, but I definitely don’t need 90 minutes to run the four miles I had planned. 

So I checked my email, reset my alarm and went back to sleep.  Did you catch that?  What can I say?  They don’t call it a Crackberry for nothing.

Now, there really is no need to check my email first thing because do you know what kind of emails get sent in the middle of the night?  Junk emails.  If I get another email telling me my information probably got jacked (thanks, Epsilon), I’ll scream. 

However, last night I also received a message from my first love.

And by first love, of course I mean the organization that put on my first 10K last fall and gave me the race bug.  They’re back with details for this year’s race

Although skin cancer and sun protection is a cause near and dear to my heart, I had kind of already ruled out doing that race in favor of others.  You know, races that won’t remind me that last year I was hung over (maybe still a little drunk) on race morning aren’t run through the ghetto of Mesa.  Plus, Shun the Sun is shortly after what I’m referring to as the month o’weddings and I probably won’t have the time to train for it.

Still that email apparently got me thinking and when I went back to sleep I had another one of those weird dreams that reminds me why I shouldn’t fall back asleep after intending to wake up for a workout.  It was race morning and I was late picking up my packet and some mom with an Ariel – you know, The Little Mermaid – lunch box was taking her sweet time in front of me and I was essentially missing the race.

Which, I guess was because at the time I was missing my junk run, but I woke up again at 5 (yes, I did get a lot accomplished in that half hour, thank you for noticing) and headed out.  My junk runs have been tough lately and today was no exception.  My legs were screaming at me that I need some more QT with my foam roll plus I thought it might be chilly, but three minutes in I was ready to swap my capris and tee for shorts and a tank.

My goal was under 40 minutes based on a Facebook status from a runner friend (competitive much?) lamenting that his first run back took him 38:something for four miles and made him want to throw in the towel altogether.  I’d take it.  Like I said, I’m slow and I’m okay with that.  Sometimes it’s a tough run and that’s fine.  Somehow I still find it fun.  I’ve come to terms with the fact that running is essential to my wellness and I’m not talking just physical health! 

Oh, and of course I finished under 40, rocking reverse splits, which is my favorite new personal challenge during my runs.

Happy Training Kick-Off Day!

After my last race, I paused.  It was a combination of training burnout (I had been following – and loving – a training plan since the very beginning of December), my knee pain and a lack of focus. 

I kicked it back in gear with my weekend of hiking, then started back in with cross-training and got a real run in last Saturday

But, today…wonderful today…marks the official start of my training plan for my next race.  T-minus 47 days! 

My last two races had cross-the-finish-line goals.  For this next one, a 4.2 mile race, it’s all about speed.  This is the biggest race I’ve done – it actually has corrals! – and while my history with running told me to estimate a finish time of 42 minutes, my sense of pride landed on 38 because it was the slowest time the organizers still grouped with the “runners.”

I beg to differ, but I get it…your game, your rules.

So, please excuse me while I build my leg muscles, increase my stamina and break down the mental block of running, what I consider to be, fast.

A Good Start

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For some reason I felt a lot of pressure to start this blog on 1/11/11. But then I didn’t. And that’s okay.

There’s no perfect day to start something GOOD. January 1 is no better than March 9. Monday is no better than Thursday. The best day is the day you decide you want this GOOD thing in your life.  And who doesn’t want GOOD things in their life?

This blog as a new, GOOD thing in my life.  It’s a place to focus on GOOD things, like wellness (and if you want to know why, check out my About page) and anything else that takes up my mindspace day-to-day.

In trying to find a url for this pretty little thing, I ran into a funny little problem.  A lot of the addresses I tried were taken. Um, you mean I’m NOT the first person to think that would make an awesome name for a blog?!  Well, fine.  I conceded that someone with such an amazing idea for a blog name probably writes a pretty great blog, so off I skipped to those sites to check them out.  And NOTHING.

They literally still had the first boiler plate blog up!  That’s like getting all excited and joining a gym and paying for it monthly and sitting at home thinking about how you should go.  Should is an awful word, similar to try.  When I hear myself say either, I shudder a bit. 

When I think of should, I think of all my favorite people hanging out and then looking around and wondering, “Where’s Meg?” 

“Oh, no one called her to tell her that we’re running, eating burritos and getting massages while watching Oprah.”  (Why, yes, those are, in fact, some of my favorite things and yes, I know it would be quite difficult to do them all at once, but seriously, how awesome would it be?)

“Oops, well someone should call her.”  Too little, too late, amigos. Can we all now agree that should kinda sucks?

When you start a blog, it’s because you want to.  You have something to say and you want a place to say it.  Joining a gym is the same.  You join a gym because you want to.  You want to improve your health.  You want to look better and feel better, both physically and emotionally. 

Bucket lists, lists of new year’s resolutions, 101 lists (gosh, I love lists) are also filled with wants.  Everything is there with a purpose.

So do it, go for it, get it.  Don’t downgrade your want into a should. Get these GOOD things in your life.

Afterall, what better day is there than today?