Work out on tuesday too.
Got a workout in on Monday
City Sports boot camp and it was the second to last session. Didn't think I'd miss it, but I'm kind of sad that the next one will be the last.
Rock climbing at BKB in the evening. :)
Buffin is very disappointed that, despite his best efforts, there is no lactic acid party in my pectoral muscles. He's declared war against my chest. Good luck, Buffin - my chest has never been defeated. Men always take my chest so personally, even though I warn them that it has a mind of its own. Anyway, Buffin fought the good fight against my stubborn pecs while all around me, big boyz were lifting and dropping 90lb weights and grunting loudly. Dropping a weight is the equivalent of revving the accelerator on a motorcycle. Loud, jarring and unattractive. Put that weight down nice like your momma showed you!
I walked around the block twice, which is not a workout (I wore flip flops) but you know, I didn't NOT do it.
with the postal strike in Montreal I've become my own mail-carrier. 40 min. power walk and 5 long flights of stairs to deliver a job and pick up a check. 60 bathroom squats at work. walking lunges in the hallway. I feel kind of stupid exercising at work because everyone else just sits there all day. They don't even move for lunch, just walk to the kitchen table. I don't get it.
Late Iyengar at Yogaworks SoHo. I generally try to avoid Iyengar. So slow, so little sweat and breathing, AND so painful and likely to reveal how crappy all my poses actually are.... Yesterday it was the only class happening at the right time, and I kind of loved it. It *was* slow, and the guy teaching was dressed in old school black tank and black shorts, and was very pale and like something out of a Victorian yoga set piece, but his demos were excellent, and he did have us do some vinyasas, and it was just right. I think his name was Michael, and he was a sub. Here's to the brave, competent subs!
Am back and am recovering. Even almost made it to an AntiGravity Yoga last night save for a work event.
Scuba: I'm not a water person and feel my claustrophobia flare up even thinking about squeezing into slimy, deadweight gear; being dependent on compressed air in a thermos; and submerging self + deadweight gear into tons of water. So it was no small thing to give it a shot. All the ashtanga yoga classes in my past came in handy, especially the part about how breathing basically is the only thing that gets you through excruciating poses. Paralleling the duress of yoga, Scuba was described as "crisis management," and breathing into the regulator sounded an awful lot like ujjayi breathing in yoga (Darth Vader or ocean breath). And, not least, swimming headfirst downward reminded me of all the fun inversions in AntiGravity Yoga. So thank you again, SW and Crunch.
Beef: I have eaten more beef in the last two weeks than in the last two years. Need greens! Never again am I going to take flack for being from the meat-n-potatoes Midwest. Beef consumption is alive and well west of the Sierra highlands. A couple of weeks back, Bill Niman would not stop saying "grass-finished" instead of "grass-fed" since, he distinguished, ALL cattle eats grass earlier in life and are relegated to grains/grass toward the end of their days. He also got all History Channel describing how prior to WWII beef was slaughtered at the end of the grass season, aka autumn, which made it a seasonal commodity, which fueled the pastrami, corned beef, jerky and other curing businesses Only with post-war US corn subsidies did beef become a year-round good, and Mr. Niman was somewhat emphatic about returning to thinking about grass-finished beef as seasonal. Here in CA he defined the season as now into August and that to get a handle on seasonal beef you should have a healthy relationship with "your butcher."
Running: finally am back! I have to figure out how I'm going to keep it up. I need shoes; have been running around the grassy perimeter of Dolores Par in my Vibram 5s (whose anti-bacterial integrity has been permanently compromised by the salty waters of the Place of Refuge National Historical Park in HI, I fear). Suggestions?