Friday, February 25, 2011
It was a rainy day and Trinity and I watched 180 Degrees South. A really good documentary that just brought home how stuck I've been feeling the last week.
Here's how it goes - Life is going along and I get an idea. It's a good idea and it excites me.
Life gets really good.
Having such a good life gives me more ideas, excites and inspires me, and I start doing more stuff.
But maybe I don't have enough room in my life for more good stuff, just enough room for a little good stuff and the rest of the room is for the kind of draggy everyday stuff I was trying to escape in the first place.
But I'm really inspired now and I just want to do this great stuff I've started - in this case, the surfing and the book featuring other moms doing sports. But there's still all the old stuff to do: breakfast, lunch, dinner, dishes, laundry, potty training, homeschooling, trips to the park, and the stuff I really hate - trying to get my kids to do things they don't want to do.
So here's the $64,000 question: how to do the stuff that excites and energizes me while still having all that stuff taken care of, but not having to do it myself?
THIS IS THE QUESTION! Isn't it?
Saturday, February 19, 2011
In addition to surfing, my usual workout is an almost daily 20 minute yoga session from yogadownload.com, but I've been feeling like there've been gaps in my fitness and conditioning.
I just started doing this book's flexibility and strength training program this week, but I already feel some new muscles a-hurting: particularly the glutes and hamstrings, which I've known were weak.
To fully get the benefits of Rocky's program, I'll either need to join a gym or buy some equipment so I think I've got at least a pull-up bar and some free weights in my near future.
Also, my dream for this year is to get back on my bike so that I don't have to get all blue when it's been raining and I have to avoid the water. There's a women's bike club/team in Culver City that just started and I think it's calling my name.
Today's recipe for a perfect life: someone else looks after kids 30% of the time, cycling, surfing and having fun working on my book: interviewing mom-athletes all over the country.
And lots of good sex with my hubby.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
This is my friend Madhavi waxing up a friend's board this morning before we went out for our first ever surf session together. Sad to say, the conditions were, well, sad - windy, blown out and shallow due to a particularly low tide.
While the waves didn't offer much in terms of actual surfing, we were able to catch up and chat. And it didn't hurt to have someone watch my technique and remind me, yet again, to get those knees up. Just when I'd thought the problem was weak hamstrings, now I'm thinking weak upper body. Either way, practice, practice, practice...
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Lately I'd been having the problem of being too "in my head" while surfing. For surfing, as for any sport, this is a kiss of death. I had no such problem today. The weather was sunny and warm, I was caffeinated, well-fed and happy. People were swimming without wetsuits and I was reminded that, Toto, we're NOT in Chicago anymore. Or New York. Or Utah. I was reminded how much I love Southern California.
As for the waves. There were some of the fastest, strongest, waves I've ever felt. One knocked me so hard off my board I fell headfirst into an underwater somersault. When I emerged into the air I shouted exuberantly: "THAT WAS AWESOME!"
Today's lesson: even though I was having the "greatest time ever" I kept wanting to check my watch.
Today's theory: when I'm about to have a breakthrough in something and my identity is threatened - the identity that likes to prove how lame I am, how I can't do anything right, and that nothing I do ever pays off - I get obsessed with time. It's the perfect way to get out of the transcendent moment and into my head.
Today's breakthrough: I resisted checking my watch and kept re-committing to having fun, being with the waves and letting the ocean be my teacher.
Not a bad way to spend a Sunday morning.