I think it may be that one has to keep on bloggin’!
That and “Content is King,” of course. But if there’s no posting, even the most isolationist king is bound to get bored and lonely. Perhaps I’d just better quit mixing metaphors and get on with it.
I’ve joined Darren Rowse’ “31 Days to Building a Better Blog.” I Think I may even have convinced husband-never-hubby to join me. Wow! Duelling bloggers. The idea is that we have an assignment every day for a month. I reckon you will get to be the judge of whether it helps here in this space or not. At least I hope it gives you a reason to check back in and see if I’ve managed to add any jewels to the Content King’s crown.
What’s our fitness discussion of the day? Oh there are some many in my blogging folder over there in the Word Folder. But that’s my problem: I’m a collector of possibilities and a little of a perfectionist. So this trick is to get the ideas from the folder to the blog. I’m just going to go out on a limb here and say that for some of us the best exercise is the exercise of self-discipline.
Yep! You heard it here — a new idea is born into the world. Not only do we have to exercise self-discipline, it is hard to do! Perhaps you may be like me just a bit. If I think literally about exercising self-discipline and create a mental image of actual exercise, it helps! Something about the mind and body moving in concert towards a similar goal — whether to the MS Word cupboard to retrieve an idea for a blog or to the basement to walk on the treadmill or even to the laundry room to pull on yoga pants (well, sweats, okay?), sometimes that juncture of thought and movement can well create desire and small increments of change.
What is the small change that you will initiate today by joining the intentions of your mind to the movements of your body?
I’ve been feeling pretty good about trying to be fit so I can enjoy children, parent, grandchildren and every day for as long as there are children, parent, grandchildren and days to enjoy. My knees have recovered from their indiscretions with the treadmill incline, partly because of cross-training (more about that below!).
So imagine how pleased I was when my husband (who hasn’t yet decided how I should refer to him in these pages. He did suggest “Master of the Universe.” I was thinking about “Ralph.” We’re still negotiating) — when my husband (never “hubby”) had his eyes repaired.
Our ophthalmologist told us that we all grow cataracts after about 45, but husband-never-hubby’s a growth spurt last year, and he needed to have them removed. It was miracle science: for two Thursdays in a row he went to an out-patient surgery center where Doc operated for about fifteen minutes, removing cataracts, exploding and vacuuming out old lenses and inserting new plastic lenses.
Saturday he delighted me by announcing in bed that he could see my every strand of hair. Delighted? Yes, and appalled. If he saw every hair, what about every wrinkle? I used to look so smooth without his glasses!
All in all I do have to say, “The eyes have it!” But if you know about cross-training for skin, just share it right away!!
For the nonce, I’ll pass on this from the American Academy of Orthopaedic Surgeons: I’m sure there’s a lot to it.I know there’s wisdom here. My knees needed a day off, but I didn’t. Solution: I added stationary bike with a little weight lifting (no lunges!) and some mat Pilates. It felt mighty good, got to some of those places I’d forgotten about and kept me from being bored, too!
Opt for 30 minutes of aerobic exercise three times weekly as one component of your cross-training. Examples include walking, climbing stairs or skating. [or biking hehe]
Perform strength training exercises twice weekly, although not on consecutive days. An example is lifting weights.
Focus on flexibility as the third component. Examples that can be performed for five to 10 minutes daily include stretching or yoga.
So — you may find today’s “post” by clicking on the “page” I just added: “Not a Sexy Topic.” That’s okay. “Not a Sexy Topic” is important enough to have its own page — except for the dateline. It actually will be recurring once a year on the first Wednesday in April. That’s TODAY!
I have a nice surprise ready for tomorrow if only I can figure out how to get it on the page!!
Who doesn’t like to have a chance to see how smart they are? I love quizzes that I can pass, don’t you? (I mean don’t you love quizzes that you can pass, not don’t you love quizzes that I can pass!! (But if I can’t pass through the design thicket to get my surprise out to the other side of this composing page, I won’t feel too smart).
But for now I have to take my squeaky knees to bed. I started a new walking program today so I could compare notes with a friend who started with the same trainer. Oh, but I was such a smarty pants:
When the trainer said to set the incline at 2% and walk 2.5 miles per hour, I decided to set it at 4% and go 4.2 mph. NO problem. I just completely ignored what an experienced trainer thought might be a good starting place for some one of my age. After all, I am much more fit than my mom was at my age.
Ah, but the family knees! I do have the family knees. And now — at that incline and at that speed, I am looking for an ice pak. Do you think applying chocolate internally would have the same effect?
Listen to your trainer for the first week of a new program before you tweak it!
… but I swear, today it seems the only thing getting fit is the mouse on my desk. The way she just scurries around, munching on this and that little piece of information. Little invisible paws heaving her palm shaped wireless body here and there across the mouse pad, sometimes getting so excited she backs right into the wrist bumper. Whew! Makes me happy to see her just resting while I bang away at the keyboard for a change.
So what fuels this tiny body — other than those two double AA’s I have to feed her every so often?
Time! Little bits and pieces of time. You know how it goes. You feed your mouse a crumb here, a morsel there. You think you’ll never miss it: Just a click on the Bag Snob (what could it hurt; you’re just waiting for your coffee to be ready before you get to work). And for heaven sakes, you wouldn’t feel right not weighing in on off shore oil drilling before you start the day! And you know you’ve got a special dinner coming up. It only makes sense to check in with your top-secret wine discounter (shhh…)
So it goes, all day long, up and down all over the internet. Doing little mouse push-ups on the e-mail accounts. Romanian lunges over at Twitter. Crunches on FaceBook.