Missed a couple walks in March, but not too damn many. Go me. Both at the beginning of the month, now that I think about it, when I had a three-day headache and missed a yoga class too. Missed one later too, I think. But I walked even on a day when I may not have actually gotten out of bed before midafternoon.
The headaches seem to be related to the double-dose of wellbutrin I've been taking since January, under doctor's orders. As I have mentioned before, every so often this gives me a damnable headache, which goes away if I skip a day, or just take a lower dosage (since I still have some of those on hand). I kinda skipped a day by sheer disorganization, Friday I think it was, and averted another full-blown headache that was creeping up on me. The take-away from this is that they seem to be coming only every three or four weeks, and if I can control that so easily, I can go with it. More precise scheduling would be, well, at least awfully scientifical.
It's taken me how many years to remember to take the morning meds in the morning. For a creature of habit, I am not very. Chalk it up to early training, that made me compliant and flexible, which is handy on the road. But I digress. We've got a lot to get through here.
I also missed another yoga class, so I've only had two with Susi this month. That's where an irregular schedule turns into a sleep disorder, when I can't get out of the house by nine a.m. but sleep right through. Better than not sleeping, the other doctor would say. My yoga practice has fallen off too, and my shoulder is still owie since I tried keeping up with that other yoga teacher. Mostly I've been feeling like lying on the floor. So, I can do that. It's okay.
Except for the regular bouts of feeling like a waste of space on the planet, who has never gotten it together to actually pull on those bootstraps and make something of all my wasted potential. Bootstraps located in 1969, according to my notes. Everyone's supposed to be able to stand on their own two feet (ablist much?) and follow their own muse to become a completely free-standing ego structure that markets itself successfully too. But that trick has never worked for me, and at this point in my life it would be folly to expect that condition to change. When I was getting more feedback from the fanzine fans, I wrote more fanzine stuff. When I hang with the poets, that's a thing I could do, and they would listen to me at least once a month, and that was good. For twenty-some years I had the calligraphy art fair group organizing my production and study of artworks, and that was a thing I could do, sure, doesn't everybody? although I never quite got the hang of the proper professional marketing of the artist persona. But I can't do any of it on my own. So I'm defective and damaged. My full genius will never be realized.
I don't just need a personal assistant, although that sounds nice: as I have often observed, I need a boss, something I am not very good at doing for myself. I'm okay with being the production slave, I've very hard-working and industrious given a bit of direction, but I need a production manager. Clone me! clone me, Dr Memory! And then if I'm going to have time not to say mental focus to actually design and write stuff I need a marketing director too to make the website and design the marketing materials and mail all that stuff off to where ever it is I don't really care to spend the time finding the actual clients or customers or publishers (and explaining what I charge for services or inventory) (that will be $1620 with the 10% discount for not arguing) or whoever it is that are not beating a path to my door because, let's face it, however wide my interests, better mousetraps are not my thing. I do have a whole line of other things.
This is all by way of saying, I am rather more interested now in other goals than the basic body maintenance plan, although that still needs some work. So I may be moving on to another blog for my blogging activity, back to LiveJournal, and/or on to Park Inspections. Save the planet, collect the set.
the neighborhood: it's a mile from home to St Marys
Monday, March 29, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Actually didn't miss any
I haven't been posting. Where was I? Oh yeah so we walked last Friday. Then I walked Saturday like around the neighborhood, not too long. I forget. I have some notes here, how pitiful is that? making notes for the blog? and then either the stopwatch wasn't working or I forgot to use it or whatever. Clocks are not useful if you don't use them. Yeah. It's been nice and sunny for the most part though, and not too cold if you're wearing your woolen longies.
Sunday we went out to Cherokee Marsh and walked on the ski trails, walked around for a couple hours. I took pictures for Facebook and had all these observations but, yeah, right. Monday I walked over to Monroe St and spent an hour and 34 minutes, counting short stops at the coffeeshop and the zoo but not the library or Trader Joe's, the usual 45 minutes each way. Tuesday I had a long walk around the neighborhood over to Olin Turville, and then the Chakra House yoga class with Jon.
Today I had my first yoga class of the new session at Dean West, where Susi explained without even me asking how I had hurt my arm doing the Warrior 2 pose in the other class, which is a thing you can do. And other stuff. I have an ice pack on it now. Legs hurting Monday, maybe the snow conditions at Cherokee, better now, yadda yadda.
But after I got home and had rested a bit I walked over to Karen's and had tea, about twenty minutes each way. So I'm still at it.
Sunday we went out to Cherokee Marsh and walked on the ski trails, walked around for a couple hours. I took pictures for Facebook and had all these observations but, yeah, right. Monday I walked over to Monroe St and spent an hour and 34 minutes, counting short stops at the coffeeshop and the zoo but not the library or Trader Joe's, the usual 45 minutes each way. Tuesday I had a long walk around the neighborhood over to Olin Turville, and then the Chakra House yoga class with Jon.
Today I had my first yoga class of the new session at Dean West, where Susi explained without even me asking how I had hurt my arm doing the Warrior 2 pose in the other class, which is a thing you can do. And other stuff. I have an ice pack on it now. Legs hurting Monday, maybe the snow conditions at Cherokee, better now, yadda yadda.
But after I got home and had rested a bit I walked over to Karen's and had tea, about twenty minutes each way. So I'm still at it.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Walk. Walk. And yes, then another.
Wednesday I was reading but I went out for a walk, 35 minutes or so.
Thursday I was reading but then I went over to the coffeeshop by the bay to meet Karen. We sat and talked for a couple hours, catching up. Then I walked home, kind of the long way around, by heading straight south by the city pool, across Franklin Field to the bikepath, and then west along the creek and north a couple blocks on Beld to home, which all took a bit less than half an hour. Then read more. Feeling kind of sore, but still no pain meds.
Today Jon and I walked to the Arboretum, up the drive to where the streets with houses go up the hill from Lake Wingra. We were going to come back via Martin St through the Town of Madison, but we got to talking about the Lost City and the wetlands, how the willow drive there shapes the lake like an earthen dam, and how much of our neighborhood was fill and how much of Wingra Creek was dredged, so we went back down the Arboretum Drive to the bike path and all the way down to Franky Field, looking at the creek level and the railroad elevations, which have been there longer than practically anything else. Then home, where we dragged out Mollenhoff's history of Madison (up to 1920) which has more of the story on the Lost City development, and drawings, and photos, and maps of all the parts of the downtown that were filled or leveled. This made us nearly late to the movie. We were out walking around for two hours.
There used to be a ridge between Wingra and Monona Bay along where Park St is now, but that was all sand and gravel and sacred Indian burials that got hauled away to fill in the wetlands. Interesting to see how the Wrong Side of the Tracks south of the capitol (north of the bay) was really pretty rough looking, in the photos, and the roads kind of disappeared in the industrial area around the old roundhouse, while the bay was still getting dredged and filled along the shore. The Park St railway underpass was not there and the street hardly distinguishable in aerial photos where it crossed the railroad tracks, from the classier campus area into the slums of the Bush. But our neighborhood, the Tree Streets, were already platted before John Nolen's model city plan of 1910. When the Vilas neighborhood and University Heights were the western suburbs, Lakeside Street was already a main drag. That map I have there used to be the whole south side of Madison.
Thursday I was reading but then I went over to the coffeeshop by the bay to meet Karen. We sat and talked for a couple hours, catching up. Then I walked home, kind of the long way around, by heading straight south by the city pool, across Franklin Field to the bikepath, and then west along the creek and north a couple blocks on Beld to home, which all took a bit less than half an hour. Then read more. Feeling kind of sore, but still no pain meds.
Today Jon and I walked to the Arboretum, up the drive to where the streets with houses go up the hill from Lake Wingra. We were going to come back via Martin St through the Town of Madison, but we got to talking about the Lost City and the wetlands, how the willow drive there shapes the lake like an earthen dam, and how much of our neighborhood was fill and how much of Wingra Creek was dredged, so we went back down the Arboretum Drive to the bike path and all the way down to Franky Field, looking at the creek level and the railroad elevations, which have been there longer than practically anything else. Then home, where we dragged out Mollenhoff's history of Madison (up to 1920) which has more of the story on the Lost City development, and drawings, and photos, and maps of all the parts of the downtown that were filled or leveled. This made us nearly late to the movie. We were out walking around for two hours.
There used to be a ridge between Wingra and Monona Bay along where Park St is now, but that was all sand and gravel and sacred Indian burials that got hauled away to fill in the wetlands. Interesting to see how the Wrong Side of the Tracks south of the capitol (north of the bay) was really pretty rough looking, in the photos, and the roads kind of disappeared in the industrial area around the old roundhouse, while the bay was still getting dredged and filled along the shore. The Park St railway underpass was not there and the street hardly distinguishable in aerial photos where it crossed the railroad tracks, from the classier campus area into the slums of the Bush. But our neighborhood, the Tree Streets, were already platted before John Nolen's model city plan of 1910. When the Vilas neighborhood and University Heights were the western suburbs, Lakeside Street was already a main drag. That map I have there used to be the whole south side of Madison.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
New yoga class
Tuesday being library day, yesterday I walked over to Monroe St with library books & back again. Hour and a half, 45 minutes each way, including stop at coffee shop AND library, so I was moving faster than lately.
Later in the afternoon Jon and I walked over to a one-hour yoga class at the Chakra House on Lakeside. Pam down the block had recommended the Monday & Tuesday teacher, and would like us to come with her on Monday, but that one is right during our usual dinner time, and first I thought we should try it out. Jon of course is in fine shape for cardiovascular and strength, but extremely stiff, always has been, and this was the first yoga class he has ever taken. It's billed as "Yoga for Everyone" and the whole schedule there is drop-in sessions. I talked to the teacher Mary a bit before and after, and she's a PT, but even with only ten students she doesn't really have time for a lot of individual teaching.
Fortunately all that work with Susi for the last three some years had me just about up to speed for the actual Salute to the Sun. It was a lot more strenuous than my other yoga class, a lot of up and down and lunges and more than a few Downward Dogs, but okay. Also more Warrior 2, and Bridging, and a couple more stretches (one prone and one sitting). I need more arm & shoulder work anyway. My legs were sore from all the Warrior, and my lower back, today my shoulders are a little stiff but otherwise the usual. My left arm actually hurts WHILE I am reaching overhead, which is probably why I don't practice that.
Jon is apparently up for trying it again each week for a while, since he knows the amount of stiffness he has is very slow to work with, but of course the squats and strength moves were no problemo. (This morning he was pushing his car out the driveway and across the street so he could jumpstart it, and it's a small car, but still.) In the evening we talked a bit about finding him enough pillow or prop to sit on so that his knees can drop down and his back straighten up more when he sits cross-legged on the floor, which is something he has never been able to do anyway. In class I used one of the yoga blocks to sit on, as it is just about the right height for me and my sitting bones fit on it, although sometimes I use a folded blanket. (My hip mobility has improved quite a lot over the last couple years.) And then getting him padded enough to try sitting on his heels with folded legs -- a pad under his feet so they don't get smooshed uncomfortably flat, and then a pillow behind his knees. I use a small one there if I'm sitting that way for any length of time. The plan is to just practice sitting on the floor for a little while in the evenings, instead of always on the sofas. Half hour? fifteen minutes? ten minutes! five minutes! whatever. Use it or lose it.
Later in the afternoon Jon and I walked over to a one-hour yoga class at the Chakra House on Lakeside. Pam down the block had recommended the Monday & Tuesday teacher, and would like us to come with her on Monday, but that one is right during our usual dinner time, and first I thought we should try it out. Jon of course is in fine shape for cardiovascular and strength, but extremely stiff, always has been, and this was the first yoga class he has ever taken. It's billed as "Yoga for Everyone" and the whole schedule there is drop-in sessions. I talked to the teacher Mary a bit before and after, and she's a PT, but even with only ten students she doesn't really have time for a lot of individual teaching.
Fortunately all that work with Susi for the last three some years had me just about up to speed for the actual Salute to the Sun. It was a lot more strenuous than my other yoga class, a lot of up and down and lunges and more than a few Downward Dogs, but okay. Also more Warrior 2, and Bridging, and a couple more stretches (one prone and one sitting). I need more arm & shoulder work anyway. My legs were sore from all the Warrior, and my lower back, today my shoulders are a little stiff but otherwise the usual. My left arm actually hurts WHILE I am reaching overhead, which is probably why I don't practice that.
Jon is apparently up for trying it again each week for a while, since he knows the amount of stiffness he has is very slow to work with, but of course the squats and strength moves were no problemo. (This morning he was pushing his car out the driveway and across the street so he could jumpstart it, and it's a small car, but still.) In the evening we talked a bit about finding him enough pillow or prop to sit on so that his knees can drop down and his back straighten up more when he sits cross-legged on the floor, which is something he has never been able to do anyway. In class I used one of the yoga blocks to sit on, as it is just about the right height for me and my sitting bones fit on it, although sometimes I use a folded blanket. (My hip mobility has improved quite a lot over the last couple years.) And then getting him padded enough to try sitting on his heels with folded legs -- a pad under his feet so they don't get smooshed uncomfortably flat, and then a pillow behind his knees. I use a small one there if I'm sitting that way for any length of time. The plan is to just practice sitting on the floor for a little while in the evenings, instead of always on the sofas. Half hour? fifteen minutes? ten minutes! five minutes! whatever. Use it or lose it.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
More walks
Friday Jon and I walked through the zoo and around Vilas Park. About an hour and a half. I have been dragging these last several days, sleep a lot, still tired, swelled up hands and feet etc.
Saturday (Jon was out slashing and burning at Spring Green) I walked 72 minutes around the neighborhood. All the way over to Olin-Turville, where the big Polar Plunge event was being torn down, but there still was only the one trash container for the whole park. Stretched with a bit of yoga.
Today I was on my feet walking for an hour and 55 minutes, but some ten minutes or so of that was walking around Trader Joe's on Monroe St for groceries. Jon carried them back. Instead of going out to a park with a hiking trail we stayed in the neighborhood today, because everything is melting, the trails are sure to be slushy, and my boots are not holding up to water at all well anymore. The road through Vilas Park is still one of my favorite places, along Lake Wingra, solid white with snow cover. Slept nearly twelve hours, still tired.
Saturday (Jon was out slashing and burning at Spring Green) I walked 72 minutes around the neighborhood. All the way over to Olin-Turville, where the big Polar Plunge event was being torn down, but there still was only the one trash container for the whole park. Stretched with a bit of yoga.
Today I was on my feet walking for an hour and 55 minutes, but some ten minutes or so of that was walking around Trader Joe's on Monroe St for groceries. Jon carried them back. Instead of going out to a park with a hiking trail we stayed in the neighborhood today, because everything is melting, the trails are sure to be slushy, and my boots are not holding up to water at all well anymore. The road through Vilas Park is still one of my favorite places, along Lake Wingra, solid white with snow cover. Slept nearly twelve hours, still tired.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Walk walk
Wednesday, 67 minutes, around neighborhood.
Today, an hour and 25 minutes, around the neighborhood, and all the way to Vilas Ave along the bay. No pain meds, yay. A little stretching, a lot of lying on the floor, and I think my callouses are getting blisters.
Today, an hour and 25 minutes, around the neighborhood, and all the way to Vilas Ave along the bay. No pain meds, yay. A little stretching, a lot of lying on the floor, and I think my callouses are getting blisters.
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