Thứ Bảy, 31 tháng 12, 2011
¿Qué hacemos?
Con tanto entretenimiento es imposible descubrir qué es lo que quieres hacer en la vida. Incluso a los 34 años no tienes ni idea. De hecho creo que a esta edad pensamos que tienes que tener las cosas claras, pero lo que yo pienso es que llevas años acostumbrándote a vivir una vida que no es la que quieres para ti y te empiezas a creer que haces lo que has elegido. Me encanta cuando oigo historias de personas de mi edad o mayores que han mandado todo a la mierda y han empezado de nuevo en otro país o haciendo algo que no tiene nada que ver con su supuesta carrera. Siempre que puedo apoyo este tipo de iniciativas. Me atraen las mujeres que de repente han decepcionado a toda su familia para llevar una vida que no aporta prestigio profesional, ni dinero ni nada de lo que se espera de una mujer de su edad. Sé que con gente así es más probable que fuese feliz al tener muchas cosas en común, entre ellas la inquietud.
¿De verdad tu sueño es ser dentista? Y una mierda.
Solo me creo los sueños que estén relacionados con trabajos en los que ayudes a alguien, ya sea con su salud, su bienestar, educación, trabajos artísticos en los que tengas libertad para crear sin tener que seguir guías estrictas o en los que se pueda viajar. Como cosa temporal puede que se haya planificado llevar un modo de vida con el que se gane dinero para a corto o medio plazo poder comenzar a hacer lo que de verdad te gusta. O incluso tener trabajos a media jornada para la otra media hacer lo que de verdad te llena. Pero esto en muchas ocasiones es solo una excusa.
Si hay algo que no desarrollamos ni ejercitamos jamás es la creatividad, no solo en el arte, sino en la vida. No tenemos idea de cómo llevar nuestra vida de manera creativa, sin imitar otras. Nos dejamos llevar por la absurda cantidad de ocio que nos rodea para que apenas pensemos. No tenemos opiniones propias sino que jugamos con las que leemos, oímos o vemos en la tele. Las remezclamos y emitimos nuestra versión. Somos como DJs que no crean música sino que mezclan la ya creada o cantantes que versionan. Los grandes son los que crean. Tanto opiniones como canciones, historias...
Un buen ejemplo lo dan los políticos, ¿cómo es posible que todos los miembros de un grupo político voten en masa a lo que su líder les diga? Es una prueba fehaciente de que no les está permitido pensar o no tienen valor para hacerlo. Nadie puede estar de acuerdo con el 100% de las opiniones de otro grupo de personas en cientos de temas, es imposible. De lo que se deduce que mienten. Casi me parece tan poco respetable como el periodismo del corazón.
¿No podríamos votar leyes directamente? Si hay un momento en la historia en el que eso es posible es ahora con el auge de las aplicaciones móvil y las campañas de peticiones de firmas online para bombardeos masivos de emails a políticos o para vetar leyes injustas o apoyar a los más necesitados.
Pese a que el mundo es una mierda que va desbocada al holocausto, se oyen cada vez más voces de cansancio y aburrimiento con los sistemas establecidos. Cada vez más personas se dan cuenta de que la vida de ratones de laboratorio que llevamos no les llenan. Seguimos un guión que no hemos escrito nosotros.
Propongo sentarse unas horas a no hacer nada más que pensar en las cosas que nos hacen felices y nos llenan y si estamos haciéndolas o si podríamos dedicarnos a ellas. Con todas tus fuerzas. Una de las cosas más difíciles en la vida es llegar a saber qué es lo que de verdad te gusta. Lo mismo ni siquiera lo has probado todavía, pero seguro que has visto a alguien hacerlo y le admiras sin darte cuenta.
Con el deporte es casi peor. No me digas que quieres ser futbolista, porque es mentira. Lo que quieres es el dinero, la fama, la popularidad o el poder, o es que eres un perdedor que no sabe cómo conseguir mujeres. Ok, si es verdad que hay quien disfruta de verdad jugando al fútbol, pero ¿lo haría si no se idealizase a los jugadores como si fuesen mesías? Cuando muchos lo que son es engreídos y soberbios.
Participar en expediciones, subir montañas, escalar, navegar, correr largas distancias, volar, bucear, viajar en bicicleta, patinar. Son deportes que si te pueden atraer por si mismos.
Tenemos los peores ídolos que se pueden tener. ¿Porqué si preguntas en una escuela quién quiere ser famoso de mayor casi todos levantan la mano? ¿Qué nos ha dado con la fama? ¡Yo no quiero ser famoso! Viva el anonimato, la invisibilidad que me otorga no salir de manera masiva en los medios... Poder perderme en el metro con un libro o pasear por la calle casi sin ser visto o ir a la tienda de al lado o a un restaurante sin brotes de paranoia. El anonimato es una las condiciones más subestimadas en esta época. Pregúntale a cualquier celebridad qué es lo que más echa de menos y verás lo que te dice.
Queremos la vida de otros, no tenemos el valor de diseñar las nuestras propias por si fracasamos o decepcionamos a los demás cuando nos debería importar una mierda lo que opinan.
No hace mucho leí en un libro una definición que me pareció bastante acertada sobre el tipo de personas que componen el mundo, esto es una traducción muy libre:
“El mundo está dirigido por un millón de malvados, diez millones de estúpidos y cien millones de cobardes. Los malvados son el poder- los ricos, los políticos y los fanáticos religiosos - cuyas decisiones dirigen el mundo y lo ponen en el camino de la avaricia y la destrucción. Los estúpidos son son los soldados y los militares que imponen el dominio de los malvados. Son valientes en ocasiones, pero estúpidos porque dan sus vidas por gobiernos y causas que usan sus cuerpos como meros peones de ajedrez. A la larga los gobiernos siempre los traicionan o decepcionan o abandonan. Y los cobardes son los burócratas que permiten que los malvados lo dirijan todo mirando a otro lado, son directores, secretarios, presidentes de asociaciones, jefes de departamento, alcaldes, siempre defendiéndose diciendo que simplemente siguen órdenes o que están haciendo su trabajo mientras firman un papel que pone a alguien enfrente de un pelotón de fusilamiento o condena a un millón de personas a morir lentamente de hambre. El resto de nosotros, unos seis mil millones simplemente hacemos lo que nos dicen.”
¿De verdad tu sueño es ser dentista? Y una mierda.
Solo me creo los sueños que estén relacionados con trabajos en los que ayudes a alguien, ya sea con su salud, su bienestar, educación, trabajos artísticos en los que tengas libertad para crear sin tener que seguir guías estrictas o en los que se pueda viajar. Como cosa temporal puede que se haya planificado llevar un modo de vida con el que se gane dinero para a corto o medio plazo poder comenzar a hacer lo que de verdad te gusta. O incluso tener trabajos a media jornada para la otra media hacer lo que de verdad te llena. Pero esto en muchas ocasiones es solo una excusa.
Si hay algo que no desarrollamos ni ejercitamos jamás es la creatividad, no solo en el arte, sino en la vida. No tenemos idea de cómo llevar nuestra vida de manera creativa, sin imitar otras. Nos dejamos llevar por la absurda cantidad de ocio que nos rodea para que apenas pensemos. No tenemos opiniones propias sino que jugamos con las que leemos, oímos o vemos en la tele. Las remezclamos y emitimos nuestra versión. Somos como DJs que no crean música sino que mezclan la ya creada o cantantes que versionan. Los grandes son los que crean. Tanto opiniones como canciones, historias...
Un buen ejemplo lo dan los políticos, ¿cómo es posible que todos los miembros de un grupo político voten en masa a lo que su líder les diga? Es una prueba fehaciente de que no les está permitido pensar o no tienen valor para hacerlo. Nadie puede estar de acuerdo con el 100% de las opiniones de otro grupo de personas en cientos de temas, es imposible. De lo que se deduce que mienten. Casi me parece tan poco respetable como el periodismo del corazón.
¿No podríamos votar leyes directamente? Si hay un momento en la historia en el que eso es posible es ahora con el auge de las aplicaciones móvil y las campañas de peticiones de firmas online para bombardeos masivos de emails a políticos o para vetar leyes injustas o apoyar a los más necesitados.
Pese a que el mundo es una mierda que va desbocada al holocausto, se oyen cada vez más voces de cansancio y aburrimiento con los sistemas establecidos. Cada vez más personas se dan cuenta de que la vida de ratones de laboratorio que llevamos no les llenan. Seguimos un guión que no hemos escrito nosotros.
Propongo sentarse unas horas a no hacer nada más que pensar en las cosas que nos hacen felices y nos llenan y si estamos haciéndolas o si podríamos dedicarnos a ellas. Con todas tus fuerzas. Una de las cosas más difíciles en la vida es llegar a saber qué es lo que de verdad te gusta. Lo mismo ni siquiera lo has probado todavía, pero seguro que has visto a alguien hacerlo y le admiras sin darte cuenta.
Con el deporte es casi peor. No me digas que quieres ser futbolista, porque es mentira. Lo que quieres es el dinero, la fama, la popularidad o el poder, o es que eres un perdedor que no sabe cómo conseguir mujeres. Ok, si es verdad que hay quien disfruta de verdad jugando al fútbol, pero ¿lo haría si no se idealizase a los jugadores como si fuesen mesías? Cuando muchos lo que son es engreídos y soberbios.
Participar en expediciones, subir montañas, escalar, navegar, correr largas distancias, volar, bucear, viajar en bicicleta, patinar. Son deportes que si te pueden atraer por si mismos.
Tenemos los peores ídolos que se pueden tener. ¿Porqué si preguntas en una escuela quién quiere ser famoso de mayor casi todos levantan la mano? ¿Qué nos ha dado con la fama? ¡Yo no quiero ser famoso! Viva el anonimato, la invisibilidad que me otorga no salir de manera masiva en los medios... Poder perderme en el metro con un libro o pasear por la calle casi sin ser visto o ir a la tienda de al lado o a un restaurante sin brotes de paranoia. El anonimato es una las condiciones más subestimadas en esta época. Pregúntale a cualquier celebridad qué es lo que más echa de menos y verás lo que te dice.
Queremos la vida de otros, no tenemos el valor de diseñar las nuestras propias por si fracasamos o decepcionamos a los demás cuando nos debería importar una mierda lo que opinan.
No hace mucho leí en un libro una definición que me pareció bastante acertada sobre el tipo de personas que componen el mundo, esto es una traducción muy libre:
“El mundo está dirigido por un millón de malvados, diez millones de estúpidos y cien millones de cobardes. Los malvados son el poder- los ricos, los políticos y los fanáticos religiosos - cuyas decisiones dirigen el mundo y lo ponen en el camino de la avaricia y la destrucción. Los estúpidos son son los soldados y los militares que imponen el dominio de los malvados. Son valientes en ocasiones, pero estúpidos porque dan sus vidas por gobiernos y causas que usan sus cuerpos como meros peones de ajedrez. A la larga los gobiernos siempre los traicionan o decepcionan o abandonan. Y los cobardes son los burócratas que permiten que los malvados lo dirijan todo mirando a otro lado, son directores, secretarios, presidentes de asociaciones, jefes de departamento, alcaldes, siempre defendiéndose diciendo que simplemente siguen órdenes o que están haciendo su trabajo mientras firman un papel que pone a alguien enfrente de un pelotón de fusilamiento o condena a un millón de personas a morir lentamente de hambre. El resto de nosotros, unos seis mil millones simplemente hacemos lo que nos dicen.”
Thứ Bảy, 10 tháng 12, 2011
The Complaint Free Challenge
OK, I got this idea from a random audiobook I picked up at the library (A Complaint Free World by Bill Bowen). Maybe it's just another hokey self-help fad, but it was just intriguing enough (and speaks to my awareness that I do complain too much) that I'm giving it a shot. Many years ago, one of my sisters told me, "All you do is complain." It was surprising to me because I really didn't perceive myself that way. It's been a few weeks since I've begun the challe nge, and I'm not under any illusions. I complain quite a bit - but at least I'm a lot more aware of it now. And I've managed to go two consecutive days without complaining since November 12. How about that.
The goal is to go 21 consecutive days without complaining, criticizing, or gossiping. I'm also adding "yelling at my kids," one of my less noble habits, to the list. The method is to wear a bracelet, rubber band, or whatever around your wrist. When you catch yourself complaining, criticizing, or gossiping, you switch the wristband to the other wrist and start over. When you reach 21 consecutive days without moving the wristband, you win. Everyone around you wins too.
A caveat about the book: the author claims quite a bit about how your life will change and how the universe will bless you if you do this challenge. I'm not necessarily endorsing the whole book here, but I invite you to join me in the challenge if you're interested. No reading required.
Some rules: complaints, criticism, or gossip that happens in your head is free. Any of the above that comes out of your mouth requires a wristband switch. Even if you're just complaining to yourself (which I've discovered I do!) you have to move the bracelet if the words escape your lips.
The idea is NOT to just stuff it when something bad happens. You are allowed and encouraged to request what you DO want, but only from someone who can help the situation. If the waiter brings you cold soup, you don't gripe to your table companions or yell at the waiter. You simply inform the waiter (politely) that your soup is cold and ask for hot soup.
If you have a friend who agrees to play the game with you, that's great. You may point out the friend's need to move her bracelet, but if you do so, you must also move your own bracelet.
Gossip is actually allowed, if: 1) whatever you're saying about the person is complimentary, and 2) you would repeat it word for word in the person's presence.
One thing I found helpful from the book was this description of how we change or learn a new skill. The progression goes like this:
- unconscious incompetence (we're unaware of our complaining)
- conscious incompetence (we become aware of our complaints)
-conscious competence (we start to be able to control our complaints, but it requires conscious effort)
- unconscious competence (we reach the point where complaining is no longer automatic)
The analogy that came to me is driving a car. At first it requires a lot of conscious effort and we find it difficult to attend to all the details needed to drive safely and smoothly. But eventually, we develop the skills and habits to drive well even while on "autopilot." We still have to pay attention, but it gets easier.
So...we'll see how this goes. The average person takes 4-8 months to complete the challenge. I'm shooting for May 12, which would be 6 months. Even if I don't make it by then, I'll be giving my family, friends and myself the gift of not hearing as much whining from me.
E-mail me or comment if you're interested in taking the challenge with me!
The goal is to go 21 consecutive days without complaining, criticizing, or gossiping. I'm also adding "yelling at my kids," one of my less noble habits, to the list. The method is to wear a bracelet, rubber band, or whatever around your wrist. When you catch yourself complaining, criticizing, or gossiping, you switch the wristband to the other wrist and start over. When you reach 21 consecutive days without moving the wristband, you win. Everyone around you wins too.
A caveat about the book: the author claims quite a bit about how your life will change and how the universe will bless you if you do this challenge. I'm not necessarily endorsing the whole book here, but I invite you to join me in the challenge if you're interested. No reading required.
Some rules: complaints, criticism, or gossip that happens in your head is free. Any of the above that comes out of your mouth requires a wristband switch. Even if you're just complaining to yourself (which I've discovered I do!) you have to move the bracelet if the words escape your lips.
The idea is NOT to just stuff it when something bad happens. You are allowed and encouraged to request what you DO want, but only from someone who can help the situation. If the waiter brings you cold soup, you don't gripe to your table companions or yell at the waiter. You simply inform the waiter (politely) that your soup is cold and ask for hot soup.
If you have a friend who agrees to play the game with you, that's great. You may point out the friend's need to move her bracelet, but if you do so, you must also move your own bracelet.
Gossip is actually allowed, if: 1) whatever you're saying about the person is complimentary, and 2) you would repeat it word for word in the person's presence.
One thing I found helpful from the book was this description of how we change or learn a new skill. The progression goes like this:
- unconscious incompetence (we're unaware of our complaining)
- conscious incompetence (we become aware of our complaints)
-conscious competence (we start to be able to control our complaints, but it requires conscious effort)
- unconscious competence (we reach the point where complaining is no longer automatic)
The analogy that came to me is driving a car. At first it requires a lot of conscious effort and we find it difficult to attend to all the details needed to drive safely and smoothly. But eventually, we develop the skills and habits to drive well even while on "autopilot." We still have to pay attention, but it gets easier.
So...we'll see how this goes. The average person takes 4-8 months to complete the challenge. I'm shooting for May 12, which would be 6 months. Even if I don't make it by then, I'll be giving my family, friends and myself the gift of not hearing as much whining from me.
E-mail me or comment if you're interested in taking the challenge with me!
Thứ Hai, 5 tháng 12, 2011
the Truth
Well, it finally happened. Alex and I had the big talk. I told her the truth.
No, not about sex. (She already knows about that.) About Santa.
A little history...last Easter we surprised the kids with new bikes on Easter morning. We had them going with the whole Easter bunny story, UNTIL we stepped outside to go to church and Alex saw the bike boxes in the recycler. All of a sudden she stopped. It all dawned on her. She turned to us and said, "Wait...the Easter bunny didn't give us those bikes - YOU GUYS did it! You LIED to us!" We admitted to all the deception and tried to explain why we "lied" - but she was angry and feeling betrayed. I felt bad - I don't remember getting mad at my parents when we figured it out as kids - but I could see how she felt lied to. She made us promise to tell her the truth in the future.
So...fast forward to this Christmas season. I thought maybe the Easter bunny realization would carry over to Santa and she would have it all figured out, but nope...she and Sam were still believers. Until yesterday. Bryan and I had talked it over a couple weeks ago and decided we need to come clean this year. We didn't want to betray any trust or repeat the whole scene where she felt cheated and deceived and lied to. Bryan remembers feeling disappointed and betrayed by his parents when he found out the truth. And I heard from another friend who remembers clearly how hurt she was, that her trust in her parents was damaged and she felt she couldn't talk to them about it, and it even got her questioning her faith in God (which is logical).
Anyway, we hadn't found the right opening so we never actually followed through. I still have mixed feelings about dashing a child's innocent beliefs in Santa. But yesterday, Alex mentioned Santa and I knew I had to take the opportunity.
So I told her. I reminded her that she asked us always to tell her the truth and that we want to honor that. I tried to break it to her gently. I explained that it is a story that began with a real person named Saint Nicholas who loved children, protected them, and gave them gifts. I told her how people all over the world are inspired by Saint Nicholas and how the story grew. Just like the stories we see in the movies, the Santa story is "based on a true story" but has added bits of fairy tale and magic. It's not "real" but it points us to the truths of Christmas, like the love of God for us and the joys of giving. She took it all in calmly, though I could see her mind was working on processing this new information. She asked, "Then who is that guy in the white beard?" I explained that the Santas we see around town are people dressed up like Santa. "Why in the world would they do that?" she wondered. So funny, the way her mind works! Overall, it was a good conversation. Whew! I reminded her that Christmas is really about the birth of Jesus. She said, "Oh, I know. I told my Sunday school class the whole story of Christmas. No one knew it except me and the teacher. I was the hero."
So the truth is out. Part of me still feels sad, but she is growing up and I knew the truth would come out one way or another. I'd rather she hear it from me than from kids at school. I feel I did the right thing to maintain her trust.
No, not about sex. (She already knows about that.) About Santa.
A little history...last Easter we surprised the kids with new bikes on Easter morning. We had them going with the whole Easter bunny story, UNTIL we stepped outside to go to church and Alex saw the bike boxes in the recycler. All of a sudden she stopped. It all dawned on her. She turned to us and said, "Wait...the Easter bunny didn't give us those bikes - YOU GUYS did it! You LIED to us!" We admitted to all the deception and tried to explain why we "lied" - but she was angry and feeling betrayed. I felt bad - I don't remember getting mad at my parents when we figured it out as kids - but I could see how she felt lied to. She made us promise to tell her the truth in the future.
So...fast forward to this Christmas season. I thought maybe the Easter bunny realization would carry over to Santa and she would have it all figured out, but nope...she and Sam were still believers. Until yesterday. Bryan and I had talked it over a couple weeks ago and decided we need to come clean this year. We didn't want to betray any trust or repeat the whole scene where she felt cheated and deceived and lied to. Bryan remembers feeling disappointed and betrayed by his parents when he found out the truth. And I heard from another friend who remembers clearly how hurt she was, that her trust in her parents was damaged and she felt she couldn't talk to them about it, and it even got her questioning her faith in God (which is logical).
Anyway, we hadn't found the right opening so we never actually followed through. I still have mixed feelings about dashing a child's innocent beliefs in Santa. But yesterday, Alex mentioned Santa and I knew I had to take the opportunity.
So I told her. I reminded her that she asked us always to tell her the truth and that we want to honor that. I tried to break it to her gently. I explained that it is a story that began with a real person named Saint Nicholas who loved children, protected them, and gave them gifts. I told her how people all over the world are inspired by Saint Nicholas and how the story grew. Just like the stories we see in the movies, the Santa story is "based on a true story" but has added bits of fairy tale and magic. It's not "real" but it points us to the truths of Christmas, like the love of God for us and the joys of giving. She took it all in calmly, though I could see her mind was working on processing this new information. She asked, "Then who is that guy in the white beard?" I explained that the Santas we see around town are people dressed up like Santa. "Why in the world would they do that?" she wondered. So funny, the way her mind works! Overall, it was a good conversation. Whew! I reminded her that Christmas is really about the birth of Jesus. She said, "Oh, I know. I told my Sunday school class the whole story of Christmas. No one knew it except me and the teacher. I was the hero."
So the truth is out. Part of me still feels sad, but she is growing up and I knew the truth would come out one way or another. I'd rather she hear it from me than from kids at school. I feel I did the right thing to maintain her trust.
Thứ Bảy, 3 tháng 12, 2011
MauldenNews November 2011
Let's see...November...what do I remember...?
I spent the first half of the month doing my twice-a-year inpatient/outpatient neurology rotation at the VA. I like my job and all, but once I was able to turn off the pager, the real fun began...girls' weekend!
Start of the Mesquite Tri-States Marathon (Utah, Arizona, and Nevada)! (Pictures courtesy of Tammy - thanks for your excellent photography - as usual!)
The route was scenic, the weather was GREAT, and it was fun except for the last 3-4 miles when I was feeling the pain. But it was worth it for this...
Start of the Mesquite Tri-States Marathon (Utah, Arizona, and Nevada)! (Pictures courtesy of Tammy - thanks for your excellent photography - as usual!)
The route was scenic, the weather was GREAT, and it was fun except for the last 3-4 miles when I was feeling the pain. But it was worth it for this...
Seemed like I just got back from Mesquite and it was time for Thanksgiving. We had a great time with my sister Mary and her family. The kids made creative Thanksgiving dinner drawings which we used as placemats, and we made the most of the nice weather by playing soccer in the park and feeding the ducks and geese with all the kids after the big turkey dinner. (Last year we went sledding - this year - no snow!)
Other events - we went swimming at Murray City pool (big indoor water slide - whee!)
- I took Sophia and Alle around the neighborhood playing "bigger and better." We started with a paperclip and ended with a cute bunny doll, a big decorative basket, a hat, and a pumpkin.
- We made peppermint and gingerbread play-dough, and decorated gingerbread houses.
Last but not least, my book of the month: "Unplug the Christmas Machine" by Robinson and Staeheli. We are "unplugging" this year and I already feel more relaxed. What are your tips for simplifying Christmas and making it a time of true peace, joy, and renewal? Hope to hear from you!
Thứ Hai, 21 tháng 11, 2011
Mesquite Marathon!
I still can't believe I'm doing this - I finished my second marathon this weekend. I beat my prior time by about 7 minutes, which was great! I had fun and finished injury-free. Yippee!
There were lots of things to like about this race. The scenery was beautiful and interesting. Desert landscape with Joshua trees, cacti, and a surprising number of flowers blooming. Snow-capped mountains in the distance. Red rock canyons.
Weatherwise - couldn't have asked for better. 50s and overcast to sunny, but not too hot. No wind or dust.
The hotel (Casablanca) and food were very good, especially for the price. I liked that this was a small race, so we never had to contend with crowds or lines. I noticed several people (usually older men) stopping by the wayside to pee during the race - made me smile a little - but I totally understood as there was really nowhere to hide - the open landscape just didn't allow for privacy. Luckily for me I did not over-hydrate, but even so I probably could have- and would have- made it to the next porta-potty.
I changed two things about this marathon compared to my first one. First, I decided not to carry water. I relied on the aid stations. That worked fine and it felt good not to have that water belt on. I did carry gel, shot blocks and jelly beans but ended up mostly fueling on the free stuff along the way - bananas, gummy bears, pretzels, M&Ms, and Hammer gel. Great variety and wonderful volunteers at the aid stations!
The other change was my run-walk ratio: this time I tried running 4 minutes, walking 30 seconds (instead of running 4, walking 1 minute). This worked well, especially on the downhill part. On the uphills (of which there were several) I added in some extra walk breaks. I didn't allow myself to push too hard, and I think I did well on the hills. I know I felt stronger going into mile 21-22 than I had at Top of Utah.
Between miles 22 and 26, though, I suffered. I developed a persistent pain in my front left thigh and it steadily increased to become pretty severe at the end. (My smart friend Tammy diagnosed it as a psoas muscle spasm). I was a little worried about a possible stress fracture, but I'd felt this pain before at the end of my first half marathon. I slowed down and unhappily watched 3-4 people pass me in the last mile. I debated walking the rest of the way, but I still hoped to beat my prior time so I gutted it out. At the 25.5 mile aid station, the volunteers must have seen my pain because they looked concerned and asked me if I was all right. I gratefully accepted their offer of ibuprofen and shuffled as triumphantly as possible to the finish. Total time: 4:51:31. Yay!
Walking was very slow and painful for 5-10 minutes until I stretched, rested, drank a lot of water and ate a donut. My psoas muscle let loose its death grip and since then I've been FINE - just the normal post-long-run muscle soreness. Tammy and I blissfully reveled in long showers, a delicious lunch, gentle recovery walk (to get M&Ms - very important, you know!) and a buffet dinner with lots of dessert. It was so nice to have that relaxing evening - and champagne buffet breakfast next morning! - with new and old friends and good food and conversation.
So all in all, a very satisfying weekend. Now I am going to enjoy a few weeks of recovery - shorter, lighter workouts and time with family at Thanksgiving. I am blessed and grateful.
There were lots of things to like about this race. The scenery was beautiful and interesting. Desert landscape with Joshua trees, cacti, and a surprising number of flowers blooming. Snow-capped mountains in the distance. Red rock canyons.
Weatherwise - couldn't have asked for better. 50s and overcast to sunny, but not too hot. No wind or dust.
The hotel (Casablanca) and food were very good, especially for the price. I liked that this was a small race, so we never had to contend with crowds or lines. I noticed several people (usually older men) stopping by the wayside to pee during the race - made me smile a little - but I totally understood as there was really nowhere to hide - the open landscape just didn't allow for privacy. Luckily for me I did not over-hydrate, but even so I probably could have- and would have- made it to the next porta-potty.
I changed two things about this marathon compared to my first one. First, I decided not to carry water. I relied on the aid stations. That worked fine and it felt good not to have that water belt on. I did carry gel, shot blocks and jelly beans but ended up mostly fueling on the free stuff along the way - bananas, gummy bears, pretzels, M&Ms, and Hammer gel. Great variety and wonderful volunteers at the aid stations!
The other change was my run-walk ratio: this time I tried running 4 minutes, walking 30 seconds (instead of running 4, walking 1 minute). This worked well, especially on the downhill part. On the uphills (of which there were several) I added in some extra walk breaks. I didn't allow myself to push too hard, and I think I did well on the hills. I know I felt stronger going into mile 21-22 than I had at Top of Utah.
Between miles 22 and 26, though, I suffered. I developed a persistent pain in my front left thigh and it steadily increased to become pretty severe at the end. (My smart friend Tammy diagnosed it as a psoas muscle spasm). I was a little worried about a possible stress fracture, but I'd felt this pain before at the end of my first half marathon. I slowed down and unhappily watched 3-4 people pass me in the last mile. I debated walking the rest of the way, but I still hoped to beat my prior time so I gutted it out. At the 25.5 mile aid station, the volunteers must have seen my pain because they looked concerned and asked me if I was all right. I gratefully accepted their offer of ibuprofen and shuffled as triumphantly as possible to the finish. Total time: 4:51:31. Yay!
Walking was very slow and painful for 5-10 minutes until I stretched, rested, drank a lot of water and ate a donut. My psoas muscle let loose its death grip and since then I've been FINE - just the normal post-long-run muscle soreness. Tammy and I blissfully reveled in long showers, a delicious lunch, gentle recovery walk (to get M&Ms - very important, you know!) and a buffet dinner with lots of dessert. It was so nice to have that relaxing evening - and champagne buffet breakfast next morning! - with new and old friends and good food and conversation.
So all in all, a very satisfying weekend. Now I am going to enjoy a few weeks of recovery - shorter, lighter workouts and time with family at Thanksgiving. I am blessed and grateful.
Chủ Nhật, 13 tháng 11, 2011
Honesty
I've been practicing gratitude more lately, spurred on by Facebook friends and the season of Thanksgiving. And I truly AM grateful almost all of the time. There is so much to be thankful for.
But...I also realize that most of my blog and my "public image" (like MauldenNews) is highly self-selected to highlight the good stuff and gloss over the ugly realities. And so this post is an attempt to balance it out.
Please understand that I'm not out to vent or rant or complain, either. I'm just stating the facts for the record. I'm hoping this doesn't come off as whining. If nothing else, then when I'm 90 and demented and reading back through this blog to remember what my life used to be, I'll get a fuller picture.
OK, here goes. The uglies:
1. Our kids have both been in trouble this month for poor behavioral control - specifically hitting, clawing, and biting. Sam especially has been aggressive in preschool, to a worrisome degree. He clawed 2 kids in the face at McDonald's and made 4 of his classmates cry and got sent to the principal's office. Now I am the mother of the class bully. Today we had another long, protracted tantrum from Alle - uncontrolled rage, screaming, crumpling up her schoolwork. These are getting less frequent, but now Sam is starting to give us a lot more attitude. Last week I put him in time out and he took off his clothes and pooped on the rug.
Our efforts at discipline seem only partly effective. I don't know how much of this behavior is attributable to our lack of parenting skills, but it's hard to feel there's not at least some correlation. It's stressful. I am worried they won't have friends. I never realized before how much of kids' behavior is deeply internalized by the parent. Even if others promise that they don't feel your kids' bad behavior reflects poorly on you - you feel it does.
While I'm being honest here, I must say that being on anti-anxiety medication has helped me a LOT! :-)
2. Our house is kind of a mess most of the time. I don't care about this as much as I used to. I'm not really worried about it, but thought I would just put it out there.
3. Bryan and I argue about plenty of things - these are pretty standard, from what I know, but we are not exempt. Parenting, household chores, TV/computer time, and money are some of our favorite subjects of contention. We aren't very consistent about making time for just the two of us. We used to argue less. Maybe we are getting more opinionated and stubborn with age...uh oh.
4. I've been eating cake, cookies, chocolate, and too much Halloween candy recently. I tend to wait until the kids are in bed so they won't see me and demand that I share.
5. I've had to wear my glasses for the past 6 weeks (due to a very bad contact lens prescription and bad fitting by someone who made mistakes and didn't know how to fit them - long story, going on for almost a year). I still feel ugly and yucky in glasses. I have to fight the urge to withdraw from society.
6. I've had things on my to-do list for a year and I just don't feel like doing them, so I don't. I never used to do this (procrastinate)...what's happening to me??
7. Sometimes I dress like a real frump.
But...I also realize that most of my blog and my "public image" (like MauldenNews) is highly self-selected to highlight the good stuff and gloss over the ugly realities. And so this post is an attempt to balance it out.
Please understand that I'm not out to vent or rant or complain, either. I'm just stating the facts for the record. I'm hoping this doesn't come off as whining. If nothing else, then when I'm 90 and demented and reading back through this blog to remember what my life used to be, I'll get a fuller picture.
OK, here goes. The uglies:
1. Our kids have both been in trouble this month for poor behavioral control - specifically hitting, clawing, and biting. Sam especially has been aggressive in preschool, to a worrisome degree. He clawed 2 kids in the face at McDonald's and made 4 of his classmates cry and got sent to the principal's office. Now I am the mother of the class bully. Today we had another long, protracted tantrum from Alle - uncontrolled rage, screaming, crumpling up her schoolwork. These are getting less frequent, but now Sam is starting to give us a lot more attitude. Last week I put him in time out and he took off his clothes and pooped on the rug.
Our efforts at discipline seem only partly effective. I don't know how much of this behavior is attributable to our lack of parenting skills, but it's hard to feel there's not at least some correlation. It's stressful. I am worried they won't have friends. I never realized before how much of kids' behavior is deeply internalized by the parent. Even if others promise that they don't feel your kids' bad behavior reflects poorly on you - you feel it does.
While I'm being honest here, I must say that being on anti-anxiety medication has helped me a LOT! :-)
2. Our house is kind of a mess most of the time. I don't care about this as much as I used to. I'm not really worried about it, but thought I would just put it out there.
3. Bryan and I argue about plenty of things - these are pretty standard, from what I know, but we are not exempt. Parenting, household chores, TV/computer time, and money are some of our favorite subjects of contention. We aren't very consistent about making time for just the two of us. We used to argue less. Maybe we are getting more opinionated and stubborn with age...uh oh.
4. I've been eating cake, cookies, chocolate, and too much Halloween candy recently. I tend to wait until the kids are in bed so they won't see me and demand that I share.
5. I've had to wear my glasses for the past 6 weeks (due to a very bad contact lens prescription and bad fitting by someone who made mistakes and didn't know how to fit them - long story, going on for almost a year). I still feel ugly and yucky in glasses. I have to fight the urge to withdraw from society.
6. I've had things on my to-do list for a year and I just don't feel like doing them, so I don't. I never used to do this (procrastinate)...what's happening to me??
7. Sometimes I dress like a real frump.
Thứ Tư, 2 tháng 11, 2011
October MauldenNews
Hello everyone - hope you are enjoying a happy fall season.
October was a good month for hiking. We had mostly warm weather. The colors in the mountains were great this year - maybe because of all the water?
The kids got their school pictures: first grade...
and preschool...
I went to Washington, D.C. for work and enjoyed running and biking in Rock Creek Park. Very nice!
October 30 was a very special day for all of us - Alle's baptism day! At the end she put her hands up to make butterflies on the screen - a nice touch and very much "in character" for her.
And finally - of course - Halloween!
Love you all,
Sarah
October was a good month for hiking. We had mostly warm weather. The colors in the mountains were great this year - maybe because of all the water?
The kids got their school pictures: first grade...
and preschool...
I went to Washington, D.C. for work and enjoyed running and biking in Rock Creek Park. Very nice!
October 30 was a very special day for all of us - Alle's baptism day! At the end she put her hands up to make butterflies on the screen - a nice touch and very much "in character" for her.
And finally - of course - Halloween!
Love you all,
Sarah
Thứ Năm, 13 tháng 10, 2011
one reason why I love living here
We didn't get all the way to the top today, but we had a wonderful time.
Trail was Butler Fork, up Big Cottonwood Canyon. We went part way to Mount Raymond.
Trail was Butler Fork, up Big Cottonwood Canyon. We went part way to Mount Raymond.
prayer for the day
I saw this poem today and wanted to remember it.
Real Presence
Let my heart be a wide and welcome harbor
where my children come to rest.
May these arms stretch wide and strong
to hold his fear, her hurt, their tattered sense of self.
May there be a solidness within me
on which their pain may crash
and recede
and I remain.
Let my presence be an island to them
in storm-tossed seasons,
rising up from troubled waters to offer
shelter, respite, and firm dry ground.
May they find in me
a haven to tend to battered souls
until the day the certainty of such solid ground
launches them to sail uncharted waters unafraid.
-Tom McGrath
Real Presence
Let my heart be a wide and welcome harbor
where my children come to rest.
May these arms stretch wide and strong
to hold his fear, her hurt, their tattered sense of self.
May there be a solidness within me
on which their pain may crash
and recede
and I remain.
Let my presence be an island to them
in storm-tossed seasons,
rising up from troubled waters to offer
shelter, respite, and firm dry ground.
May they find in me
a haven to tend to battered souls
until the day the certainty of such solid ground
launches them to sail uncharted waters unafraid.
-Tom McGrath
Thứ Hai, 10 tháng 10, 2011
September MauldenNews
Ah, September - you were glorious this year. Warm and sunny, but not too hot. I'm sad you're gone now, especially as we went from 80 to 40 degrees and SNOW in the first week of October...it always seems wrong to me when we get snow before the leaves have a chance to change color. Anyway, on to the news.
Started the month with the Salt Lake Half Marathon, thanks to my friend Tammy (who took the pictures). Of course, she blew me away (yes, she walks faster than I run) - but it was fun, and scenic, so who cares?
Then it was off to church camp.
Sam got to ring the bell to call everyone in to supper.
I never get tired of watching hummingbirds!
Next came the Top of Utah Marathon - woo-hoo! It was AWESOME, not only because I - of all people! - actually ran a marathon, but because I got to do it with my brothers Tim and Daniel, and wonderful friend Tammy (who again left me in her racewalking dust). AND - to top it all off - mom and dad came to visit and cheer us on to the finish!
Tim, Daniel and me - smiling because the finish is in sight! And you can't really tell that our clothes are all wet, can you?
LOVE my moose medal!
Post-marathon thoughts...every time you do something new, you learn some things. Well, I learned two things. Actually, three. One - don't believe the weather report. Two, don't get rid of extra clothing too soon. We started off with a nice cold, drenching shower at the starting line so our feet were squishing in our shoes. Then we had rain, drizzle, rain, clear skies, rain, lightning, thunder, hail, rain, sun. (The course was beautiful though!) During the "clear skies" I was warm so left my wet jacket at the drop box at mile 7, only to WISH I had it at mile 11 when it dumped buckets on us again along with stinging little balls of hail. Luckily, it cleared up again and we made the final push to the finish in the sun. The last 3 or 4 miles were really hard. Interestingly, I could feel my hips, thighs, and feet hurting but not my knees, calves, or ankles. Rounding the last corner to see the finish line, Bryan, and my mom and dad, was WONDERFUL. Crossing the finish line - even BETTER! and finally being able to STOP running - the BEST!!! Really, it was a crazy, awesome experience that I never thought I would have.
The third thing I learned was that after a marathon, I don't feel much like chasing my kids around. I mean, REALLY...do...not...feel like it. A babysitter should be a post-marathon requirement. Finally - to quote another Galloway runner as she tearfully crossed the finish line of her first marathon: "I've never been so miserable in my life!...and I can't wait to do it again!"
The last bit of news for September - we ended the month in peach heaven. Our lovely peach tree made outstanding peaches this year. Big, juicy, beautiful peaches. Our apple tree also produced decent apples, for the first time in years. We bought a fruit picker (basket w/prongs on a pole) and went fishing up in the trees for peaches and apples with the kids. Wish I had pictures - but don't - so use your imaginations. It was fun to see the kids cheer for each other each time they snagged a fruit. I'm always looking for cooperative, team-building games for the kids - so it was fun to discover another one.
Final pictures: Alle's many talents: pajama biking, tree climbing and monkey-bar-hanging; Sam showing Grandpa how to use a stomp rocket.
Started the month with the Salt Lake Half Marathon, thanks to my friend Tammy (who took the pictures). Of course, she blew me away (yes, she walks faster than I run) - but it was fun, and scenic, so who cares?
Then it was off to church camp.
Next came the Top of Utah Marathon - woo-hoo! It was AWESOME, not only because I - of all people! - actually ran a marathon, but because I got to do it with my brothers Tim and Daniel, and wonderful friend Tammy (who again left me in her racewalking dust). AND - to top it all off - mom and dad came to visit and cheer us on to the finish!
Post-marathon thoughts...every time you do something new, you learn some things. Well, I learned two things. Actually, three. One - don't believe the weather report. Two, don't get rid of extra clothing too soon. We started off with a nice cold, drenching shower at the starting line so our feet were squishing in our shoes. Then we had rain, drizzle, rain, clear skies, rain, lightning, thunder, hail, rain, sun. (The course was beautiful though!) During the "clear skies" I was warm so left my wet jacket at the drop box at mile 7, only to WISH I had it at mile 11 when it dumped buckets on us again along with stinging little balls of hail. Luckily, it cleared up again and we made the final push to the finish in the sun. The last 3 or 4 miles were really hard. Interestingly, I could feel my hips, thighs, and feet hurting but not my knees, calves, or ankles. Rounding the last corner to see the finish line, Bryan, and my mom and dad, was WONDERFUL. Crossing the finish line - even BETTER! and finally being able to STOP running - the BEST!!! Really, it was a crazy, awesome experience that I never thought I would have.
The third thing I learned was that after a marathon, I don't feel much like chasing my kids around. I mean, REALLY...do...not...feel like it. A babysitter should be a post-marathon requirement. Finally - to quote another Galloway runner as she tearfully crossed the finish line of her first marathon: "I've never been so miserable in my life!...and I can't wait to do it again!"
The last bit of news for September - we ended the month in peach heaven. Our lovely peach tree made outstanding peaches this year. Big, juicy, beautiful peaches. Our apple tree also produced decent apples, for the first time in years. We bought a fruit picker (basket w/prongs on a pole) and went fishing up in the trees for peaches and apples with the kids. Wish I had pictures - but don't - so use your imaginations. It was fun to see the kids cheer for each other each time they snagged a fruit. I'm always looking for cooperative, team-building games for the kids - so it was fun to discover another one.
Final pictures: Alle's many talents: pajama biking, tree climbing and monkey-bar-hanging; Sam showing Grandpa how to use a stomp rocket.
Chủ Nhật, 11 tháng 9, 2011
This is Our Song - September 11, 2011
We sang this in church today, the tenth anniversary of September 11. I want to share it because to me, it expresses an alternative response to "God Bless America"-style patriotism. It's by Lloyd Stone, written in 1914 and published in the period between the two world wars. The tune is "Finlandia," perhaps known best as the music to the hymn "Be Still, My Soul."
This is my song, O God of all the nations,
A song of peace for lands afar and mine.
This is my home, the country where my heart is;
here are my hopes, my dreams, my holy shrine;
But other hearts in other lands are beating
WIth hopes and dreams as true and high as mine.
My country's skies are bluer than the ocean,
And sunlight beams on clover leaf and pine;
But other lands have sunlight too, and clover,
And skies are everywhere as blue as mine.
O hear my song, O God of all the nations,
A song of peace for their land and for mine.
I love what this song says...it goes beyond "God Bless America" to acknowledge the hopes and dreams of those in all nations. Even Afghanistan and Iraq. This morning in church I was reminded of the aftermath of September 11 on the world in the past ten years. Of course I am deeply saddened at the losses we sustained and I can't even pretend to imagine the pain borne by those who have suffered personally from that. But our unnecessary "war on terrorism" has compounded that suffering, caused even greater death and destruction (especially in Iraq and Afghanistan), billions of dollars spent on war instead of a thousand better uses, the revelation of the use of torture and other abuses by our military, and the loss of much respect and credibility in the world's eyes. I found myself wishing I had been more outspoken in the last 10 years about my opposition to more war as our response to terrorism. I don't know exactly what the solution is, but I'm pretty sure this strategy is not it. So I pray for peace, and for justice to be done, and for the courage to speak and act, however I can, for healing and redemption.
Thứ Ba, 6 tháng 9, 2011
CirculMagic Shop is going to Voltron Fest
CirculMagic Shop is happy to announce we'll be sharing the dancefloor at Voltron Festival, Turkey.
| Live | MAIN STAGE LIVE ACT .................................. AKÉS (Hellchedelic Records) - Portugal ANTAGON (2to6 Records - Damaru Records) - Germany ATOMENTAL (Shakra Records - Karmatic Records) - Switzerland AUDIODIDAKT (Alice D Pro - Wild Seven Recordz) - Israel BOMBAX (Free Radical Records) - Germany CALYPTRATUS (Bionic Instinct Records) - Germany COSMIC IRON (Sonic Tantra Records) - Israel DARK WHISPER (Alice D Pro - Shaman Films Media) - Italy DEMONIAC INSOMNIAC (Active Meditation Music) - Macedonia FAREBI JALEBI (Parvati Records) - Australia FRANTIC NOISE (Dark Prisma Records) - Argentina GIDRA (Acidance Records) - India JAHBO (Parvati Records) - Denmark KARMATIC SKULLS (Karmatic Records) - Switzerland - Portugal KASATKA (Bionic Instinct Records) - Germany KASHYYYK (Kamino Records) - Mexico LOOSE CONNECTION (Catawampus Records) - Wales (UK) MAGMA OHM (Shaman Films Media - Tremors Underground) - Brazil MEGALOPSY (Dark Prisma Records) - Argentina PARANDROID (Manic Psycho Pro - Dharmaharmony Records) - Germany RAWAR (2to6 Records) - Portugal RED (Mighty Quinn Records) - Russia SETH (Bhooteshwara Records - Active Meditation Music) - Macedonia TECHNICAL HITCH (Insomnia Records) - Israel -Z- (alpha & antagon) (Moondrop Crew) - Germany All of these artists are %100 confirmed and sadly the Main Stage Live Act line up is closed.. Thanks for understanding about not offering us to be added the line up.. |
| DJs | MAIN STAGE DJ SET ............................... ABBYSS (Full Om) - Turkey ABSOLUT (2to6 Records) - Sweden ALPHA (Interzone Pa) - Germany ANKUR (Seres Music - Acidance Records) - Germany ANT (Mind Expansion Music) - Germany BLUB (Karmatic Records) - Austria CANNIBAL CROW (Psycrowdelica) - Germany COOPER (Cosmic Plasma) - Romania CORIOUS (Lycantrop Records - Urban Antidote Records) - Germany DEPTHCHARGE (Industraum Records) - Turkey EKO (Mind Expansion Music) - Italy FILTRO (Dark Prisma Records) - Argentina GIUSEPPE (Parvati Records) - Italy HYPERWATT (Noise Poison Records) - Switzerland - Austria IGNIS (Damaru Records) - Germany IKEN (2to6 Records) - Austria LILL’ LI (Dharmaharmony Records) - Denmark LLOYD POZITIVIST (Damaru Records) - Wales (UK) MILOWATT (Noise Poison Records) - Austria MADEMOISELLE CHAOZ (Pixan Recordings) - Germany MITRA (Damaru Records) - Germany NAIMA (Acidance Records) - Austria PHILOSO (Free Radical Records) - Austria SPACE FREAK (Freak Out Pro) - Turkey TILAKA (Karmatic Records) - Switzerland UNTERWEGS (Industraum Records) - Turkey All of these artists are %100 confirmed and sadly the Main Stage Dj Act line up is closed.. Thanks for understanding about not offering us to be added the line up.. |
| Chill | Alternative Stage Live Act and Dj Set line ups are waiting the offers and presentations of international artists and djs. Please feel free to let us know about your music or sets for the Alternative Stage by sending your infos to: 01depth.charge@gmail.com with the subject headline: "Voltron Fest Alternative Stage". Voltron Fest 2012 Alternative Stage's line up was started to be designed and thought by Baran Elitez (Depthcharge - Industraum/Fall From Cloud - Turkey) .. Please feel free to contact him in case you are about Alternative Stage of his thoughts.. |
| Deco | FARBENSPIEL (Industraum Deco) - Turkey + MORE !!! .. The Decoration Design Idea of Voltron Festival is waiting to hear nice, new intelligent ideas from international deco teams and/or individual deco artists to be able to create real nice psychedelic village!.. Please feel free to let us get infos about your artistic ideas, especially "deconstructively articulated organism designs" of yours if you have or are able to create, mapping and other visual designs for the whole or fragmented part of the festival, by sending your infos to: industraum@live.com with the subject headline: "Voltron Fest Spatial Design". |
| Location | Tba near Antalya.. |
| Entry fee | You will be able to get your earlybird tickets of Voltron Festival according to the schedule below: Jan 2012 -- 40 € -- limited to 250 Feb 2012 -- 45 € -- limited to 250 Mar 2012 -- 50 € -- limited to 250 Apr -- 55 € Ma -- 60 € Jun -- 65 € Jul -- 70 € Aug -- 75 € 23 Aug 2012, at the festival door: 80 € How to buy presale tickets will be announced in December 2011.. |
| Infos | 23-24-25-26-27 AUGUST 2012 VOLTRON FESTIVAL in TURKEY |
Thứ Hai, 5 tháng 9, 2011
Tutorial 2 - cutie de lemn cu cercuri quilling pentru bijuterii, agrafe, clame
De ceva timp ma tot gandesc cum sa reconditionez o cutie de lemn, simpla, in ceva dragut si util. Dupa mai multe idei prea complicate, m-am oprit la una simpla. Am vopsit cu uleiuri cutia in doua nuante de albastru. Una mai deschisa in interior si jumatate din exterior si un albastru inchis pentru baza exterioara a cutiei. Apoi pentru ca recent am descoperit puterea cerculetelor de hartie m-am apucat de urmatorul proiect:
Nu ai nevoie de multe lucruri.
-o cutie simpla de lemn
- un lipici de hartie
- fasii lungi de hartie, oricat de inguste, oricat de colorate. The choice is yours!
- o unealta de rulat pentru quilling. Dar le poti rula si freestyle.
- un lipici pe baza de rasina
- lac de hartie si o pensula.
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