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Nostalgia yoga mix

My class has been pretty excited about my threats to create a yoga mix with MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice, so today I got motivated and put it together. It’s pretty much all music from 1990 and I LOVE it. I can’t wait to use it next week!

Spouse is home from his trip and it’s very nice to have him back. We got Chinese food for lunch and he’s napping while I troll the internets.

P.S. Have you SEEN this video?
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Having done the big Anatomy and Physiology course this semester, trust me when I say you do NOT want to know how much that would jack up your arm. *shudder*

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I don’t eat potato chips

As a general rule, I just don’t care for them. There are a few exceptions.

  1. Ruffles with French Onion dip. I will not eat Ruffles or any other plain chip plain ever. Nor will I eat other dip.
  2. Salt and Vinegar potato chips, because HELLO vinegar.
  3. Munchos. They are super salty, super crispy, and guaranteed to take three years off of your life per single-serving bag. But they are WICKED delicious.

Even with these exceptions, I’d say I eat a handful of potato chips maybe every other month. There are other things I like to snack on instead but every once in a while I get a craving.

Frex, last night after teaching class, I wanted Gatorade and Munchos. I pretty much always want Gatorade (duh) but I didn’t have Munchos at home so I stopped at 7-11. I got a 99 cent bag of chips and came home to study/watch TV (more watch TV than study *cough*).

I ate the whole bag. In and of itself that’s not unusual. It’s not a big bag and it was pretty much my dinner (That, the Gatorade and two S’mores. No, I am not a paragon of health. I’ve learned to live with my limitations.). No big. I finally went to bed at about midnight and kind of tossed and turned until about 12:30.

It turns out my digestive system has developed a resistance to Munchos.

It was not physically pleasant.  In fact, it was kind of like I got light headed, nauseous, and then a cold sweat broke out on my ENTIRE BODY AT ONCE. Were I not reasonably confident of my cardiovascular health, I might have thought I was dying. As an added bonus, it smelled nothing like roses – unless you perhaps ferment your roses in rotten garbage. I got so freaked out by the color that I had to google it and make sure my intestines weren’t shriveling up or failing.

Luckily this all transpired (in bouts) for only a half an hour and I was back in bed at 1 am.

I was up at 6am to finish studying for my 11am exam (which went well). I’m just disappointed that one of the few chips I like is off the books now.

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I don’t work out “cute.”

All of the blood in my body runs to my face. I sweat like a center for the Detroit Lions. My clothes get soaked. It’s not attractive. This picture is a full 10 minutes AFTER my last sprint interval AND a 5 minute ride home WITH ALL THE WINDOWS DOWN. I was not markedly cooler. By the way, this is where I totally endorse Coppertone’s Sport Breathable Sunscreen (SPF 50, ultra sweatproof) because it really DOESN’T run in your eyes. It’s not just marketing! This is especially important to me because 1) sweat and 2) I wear contact lenses. Sunscreen in your eyes with contact lenses is like a week in the 7th circle of hell.

Back to sweaty… how gross and sweaty I was made me think, “It would be so nice to just go home, take a shower, and hang around the house naked all day.” (With towels on the couches, of course.) But we’ve got a roommate/boarder so that’s not really an option much to – I’m sure – everyone’s relief.

And that started me thinking about general nonsexual nakedness and a conversation I had with my friend Sarah the other day. I always thought I was a freak from a totally weird family because I’ve seen everyone in my immediate family naked.  Bodies weren’t a big deal in my house and it was nothing to have Mom and/or Dad walking around in various stages of undress. I mean, not in front of COMPANY or anything but growing up there were the four of us (three women) and ONE BATHROOM. You have NO PRIVACY. Not to mention that my sister’s idea of cooling off after a hot day at work was to come home, take off her shirt and bra, and flop down on the couch. LEAVING HER JEANS AND COMBAT BOOTS ON.

We really didn’t just wander around the house naked all the time. We were clothed more often than we weren’t, but if someone wasn’t wearing a shirt or pants (or occasionally underwear) it was pretty normal to us. I didn’t realize that MOST families aren’t like that until I went to college. Imagine my shock.

So every once in a while someone makes a comment, or I see a movie like Home for the Holidays, where some nonchalant parental nakedness happens and the kids aren’t scandalized and I figure there must be OTHER Naked Families out there. Probably like the Spanking Families, they’re just not talking about it.

By the way, if my mother ever discovers the internet I’ll be grounded for the rest of my life.

And there you go. That’s a little snapshot of how my brain works.

These are my running shoes:

They’re called Five Fingers from Vibram and have a hard formed sole to protect the bottoms of your feet. Though I’ll tell you brother that if you’re running on hot pavement, those suckers heat up in a few miles.

They are surprisingly comfortable and provide the best calf/foot/ankle workout I have EVER HAD. They’re super light and force me to run up on the ball of my foot, hence all the work. I tend to be a heel-toe girl (not quite sure how I ever managed to be a sprinter in high school with that running style) and heavy footed. These shoes FORCE me to lighten up.

They’re also great shoes for outdoor yoga or yoga on the road. All you need are some weight lifting gloves (or fancier ‘yoga’ gloves) and you’re all set – no mat required.

P.S. You can compare the ALARMING PALENESS of my legs to my EXTREMELY RED face above in order to compare the ridiculous blood flow. At least I know my arteries and capillaries work, right?

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See, I teach yoga but I’m not especially graceful. I’ve got decent balance and great posture, but I’m still clumsy. So today I noticed that the top of my right foot was sore. I couldn’t figure out why (I’m used to miscellanous bumps and bruises showing up) but didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about it. Until I got to class tonight.

Completely typical for me, I was walking around during savasana on Tuesday – talking through the relaxation process – when I stumbled over my own yoga block. Backwards. I rolled my entire right foot/ankle over and then (thankful that I hadn’t actually crashed to the floor and that everyone still had their eyes closed) promptly forgot about it.

So there you go. Stretching your feet, calves, and ankles can prevent sprains. I’m walking (not limping or hobbling) proof.

I also thought about a bajillion things to post about which completely flew out of my head as soon as I got in front of my laptop. Later tonight I’ll update my imeem playlists so that You Too can rock out to yoga. My next challenge is 80s Hair Band yoga.

In TV news I am not excited about Project Runway this season. I can’t quite pinpoint why. I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time watching Cold Case reruns on my DVR when I should be sleeping and/or studying. It’s interesting but I’m not sold on it. Something to occupy time until the summer TV season is REALLY underway.

Music updates later and possibly I’ll link my ‘default’ albums.

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Where you sleep funny on your shoulder and then when you wake up it feels like you pulled your entire trapezius muscle? Maybe it’s just me. So my right trap is all weird and I just have to wait until it sorts itself out. This is the downside of having ‘open’ shoulders.

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