Why?

A Day In the Park. from renan ozturk on Vimeo.


"The important thing is not why we do it, it is THAT we do it."

Distraction.

MADE IN ICELAND from Klara Harden on Vimeo.


Soundtrack to my soul. Scenery of my daydreams.

Not something to workout to

But good for drowning out the distractions on a productive Monday night. My backside says "no" to the bike tonight. So I'm making myself useful in front of the computer. Conquering my little corner of the world, one email at a time. Is it Friday yet?


Blind Pilot :: 'New York' via @liveset from Blind Pilot on Vimeo.

Checking In

Hey...guess who's been running? and riding her bike? and doing yoga?

FOR REAL. Its like a motivation miracle. Big, unrealistic race goals will do that to a person. But that's how I roll. I don't mess around with the reasonable. I go big.

Turkey day was my big, frantic holiday this year so there's not much standing in between me and Birkie except SNOW.

Snow dancing counts as a workout, right?

That's it. That's all I've got. Yoga is calling from my living room. Peace out.

Here. Now. Looking forward.

I am trying. Trying. To live in the moment. To be here. Just here. Right now. Looking forward. 

But I can't deny the fact that there's something in the air lately that catches me off-guard, a slight breeze of restlessness that wears on the sandstone arches of my heart with surreptitious persistence. 

What to do about that? What to do? 

Math

Have you seen this video yet?  Such a beautiful chance encounter with nature, simultaneously simple and breathtakingly complex. Her expression at the end is the best. The amazement. The speechless moment where you try to grasp what just happened.

True to my analytical nature, I just can't help but think that somehow there is lots and lots of math behind it all. That if you could find the algorithm for that, maybe we would have found the solution for world peace.

I knew I should have paid more attention in calculus.

But my mind was most likely out in the canoe.
Consumed with the wonder of it all.



Murmuration from Sophie Windsor Clive on Vimeo.

Brunch, insanity and champagne.

So ya, its been a while. But blogging hasn't been at the top of my life's agenda lately. Because, you see, I moved. Again. So that's what, FOUR times in the past two years? Who can keep track? And while this move doesn't include new alpine vistas, it does come with a bit of increased elevation, and a HUGE kitchen. Which I put to use this morning. I think every new living space should be christened with Hollandaise sauce and waffles, don't you?

And nothing will boost your confidence like conquering the Hollandaise sauce. Seriously. I'm ready to conquer the world. Right after this champagne induced nap, that is.

If you're curious, the Waffle of Insane Greatness is, indeed, insanely great. And INSANE is what I have possibly become. Because in between moving all my worldly possessions and being out of town two of the last four weekends, guess what I did. I went and registered for an insanely long Nordic ski race. One that generally happens during an insanely cold day in February.

That's right, this winter I'll be getting back to my Nordic roots with 9,000 other crazies at the American Birkebeiner.

And you know what's really insane? I'm actually excited about it. An endurance event that I might enjoy training for? Whoa.

So things are a happening around here. New scenery, new energy. Funny how the lack of blogging usually means there's lots happening to blog about. So if I'm not hanging around the blog much this winter you can find me on a groomed trail somewhere, probably by headlamp, burning off all the Hollandaise sauce.

Yay, winter!