Stairs Suck (or Bouncing Quarters)

I am getting back into the gym. Project: Makin' Shauna Smokin' started yesterday (Project: Get My Zen On started a couple weeks ago). Don't get me wrong, I'm not at the point where I'm going to be trying out for the Biggest Loser anytime soon... but I've realized that I'm not in the greatest shape because I did That Thing.

You know what I'm talking about.

I did that thing you do when you climb a few stairs and you desperately need and want to pant but you force yourself to take normal sized breaths so it doesn't LOOK like you want to pant, but then you think you might actually be able to HEAR a few hundred of those little sacks in your lungs exploding, but you give yourself a little high five anyway because you managed not pant, but as it turns out your face is a dangerous shade of magenta and your nose might actually now be swollen.

THAT thing.

That happened on Monday. Went to the gym Tuesday.

Everyone who thinks that working out is a nice experience that makes you feel all warm and glowy should find a friend... and get them to slap you because GOING TO THE GYM SUCKS. Yeah it does. The only reason to go is in the hopes of being able to bounce a quarter off your... vastus intermedius (ahem). That's it. You. Know. I'm. Right.

And I have to go back tomorrow. So I'm pretty excited about... that.

So far no bouncing quarters. Will keep you posted.


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Camping: My Yogi

While we were camping I decided that I wanted to take the opportunity to get a little meditation back into my life. That's right: Meditation. Some version of the following is what generally runs through my head when I "meditate":

Ooooooomm... Ooooommmm..... ommmmmm... Om-I forgot to iron my pants for today.... ahem... ok- ooommm... You know, I should wear skirts more often, it's not that I don't like skirts, but... helloooo... oooommmm. Ok, "ooomm" isn't working, that is kind of pretentious anyway... "Pretentious"? Holy crap Shauna, who do you think you are? You're calling people who devote themselves to the mountains and forgo sarcasm forever and EVER "pretentious"?... Shut up! Shut up! shutupshutupshutup.... Okay. Self love. Let's try self love... Centering... Love.... Loooooooooooooooooooooooooooove... love... Hold on! Hold ON! Pull it together, you were doing it FOR A WHOLE .83 seconds! Fight it!!! Fight it, you can DO it... FIGHT IT WOMAN!!!!.... Seriously, what pants am I going to wear today...

Yeah. So a super, duper zen experience. Eckhart Tolle totally rings me for tips every now and again.

In this photo Kayloo is watching the pandemonium of what seems like dozens of crazy, deliriously happy kids (my little cousins) at the end of the dock. She is thoroughly and totally wrapped up in their every squeal, leap and splash. She is absorbed in curiosity and eventually compelled to join them at the end of the dock and when she came back I can only describe her trot as joyous.

So, wishing y'all a joyous trot today. Or at the very least that you remembered to iron your pants...

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