When you can't go to the mountain

....you can find it on the internet.
Its a big beautiful world out there, enjoy it. Dream big.

The Mountain from Terje Sorgjerd on Vimeo.

Transported

And then all my breaths were lulled from my lungs to dance in the wide open spaces....

Cleanse Day 4

I really thought this post would be about poop. Don't lie. You did too.

You probably thought there would be a lot of poop talk this week. But sadly, the most remarkable events of the past few days have mostly just been the near-fatal flatulence. My apologies to anyone who found themselves in the unfortunate predicament of being in a remotely shared space with me recently. Don't blame me, blame the fiber.

This "cleanse" requires popping an obscene amount of pills, morning and night, who's main purpose seems to be to make me bloated and gassy. The only reason I find myself running to the bathroom with any urgency is because all the water necessary to consume said pills needs to be released.

So at least there's been a little excitement.

But in all seriousness, I'm not sure what this cleanse was really supposed to do. It didn't require any dietary restrictions (so, of course, I didn't implement any). So its just been life as usual. Plus pills. And fiber. And, well, room-clearing gas.

But its only day four. So maybe this is all just a sign that things are getting going.

Which is good. Things are getting going in other parts of my life too. I'm going refrain from too many correlations between my bowel movements and my life, but I do think there's some connection. Just pick up a book or two on feng shui. Its not just all about moving your furniture.

Still kickin'

**while you're waiting for the inevitable poo-posts to come, here is a little ditty I wrote over a week ago but didn't have a chance to publish before my social life came calling that Friday**

Went to the gym. Yup. The gym. Apparently no one goes to the gym on Friday night because the place was a blissful ghost town.

Spent an hour on the "dread"mill flipping between current world affairs and The Housewives of Orange County. Found both equally depressing. Pondered what would happen if they made the housewives talk politics. Was amused by that idea for about five seconds, then decided that was actually pretty depressing too.

So, you know. Life just keeps kickin' along. Ho-hum.

Spring is trying to "sprung" itself here in the midwest (hopefully) and holy crap do we need it. OK, I need it. I don't even care that I might not get another ski day this winter THAT is how much I need more daylight hours and open-toe shoes. (Though I'd be lying if I said I wasn't trying to squeeze a few more ski days out of the winter. I've got free lift tickets to use for cryin' out loud. FREE LIFT TICKETS.)

*sigh*

I actually went for a run outside after work this week and it wasn't a miserable cold slog in the dark. In fact, it was quite pleasant.

Yes. I need spring.  I need to see flowers powering up out of the cold, barren earth. I need a reminder that out of the abyss of winter there can be life again. I need to know that things you thought were dead can come back stronger and more beautiful than you even remembered them to be in the past.

I need to ride my bike.

Spring Cleaning

You know there will be something to say about this. Like, daily. For the next 14 days.

Also, I'm going to a group fitness class at the gym tomorrow. Me. Group fitness. And as if that wasn't bad enough. I'll be on day one of cleansing.

Stay tuned.

When did this become a music blog?

Oh, maybe when I stopped being able to actually finish a blog post.  I have only lame excuses.  Laziness.  Winter doldrums. Busy-ness. Not-working-out-ness. You know, the usual.

But hey guess what? A new song to add my under-used workout mix. Yay. Something to get excited about. And distract me from finishing one of the twenty-seven or so little posts I've started but not quite been able to wrap up and publish.

In the meantime. Enjoy the music. Think of summer. Its coming. Eventually.

A Good Day To Be (fake) Catholic

Religious affiliations aside, 40 days seems like a very reasonable, yet challenging, period of time for a little challenge of sorts....don't you think?

I do. I'll jump on that Catholic bandwagon for the next few weeks.

Except I can't quite nail down a challenge.  I am considering forcing myself to do a pre-determined amount of weekly morning workouts.  But lemmetellyou, fasting for 40 days in the desert seems like a lot more fun than getting up at 5AM to go for a run.  Which I guess is the point.

So morning workouts it is. Which will be replaced by just regular-old-after-work-workouts if, you know, I still suck at mornings.  Point is, there needs to be workouts.  Because I have this big five mile race to train for.  Did you hear that?  FIVE WHOLE MILES OF RUNNING.  OMG.  Sorry but its laughable that I will consider this five mile race an accomplishment.  But that is where I am.  And it must be dealt with.

Quite frankly, this is what I need to kick start all the other little things that need to change in my life at the moment. Its true. Working out does this. Its like magic fertilizer beans for the saggy, droopy beanstalk that you've been neglecting in the backyard, Jack. (or in this case, "magic easter jelly beans")

So nighty-night kids. This little princess needs her beauty rest lest I be a raging witch in the wee hours of the morning tomorrow. Or...wait....that raging witch part is probably inevitable. But I should get some sleep anyway....so I'm not a TIRED raging witch.

Happy Ash Wednesday. (Is it Easter yet?)