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(June 11, 2007)
(Edit October 10, 2009)
- Current Mood: chipper
I had a Guildmaster. His name was Bryn.
...actually his name still IS Bryn, though sadly he's not my Guildmaster anymore. The guild's name is Travellers Union, and we specialized in music and dancing at renaissance faires both small and large. He played mandolin, sang, and told really bad jokes on stage.
zindelo is Bryn's twin brother, a little taller, and a little quieter, usually playing guitar. gypsy_ritsa, always beautiful and beautifully dressed, played recorders and whistles, and sang. tshuma, my beloved Seester, also played recorder and sang, and often danced. samayam had a bodhran contraption (he'd added a cymbal to the wooden frame, if I recall correctly), toxgunn and bedpimp sang as well, and lots of the rest of us sang along, tagged into the band from time to time, danced or were set decoration. (tigman, sarabellae, miss_mimsy, willrabbit, dotarvi, foseelovechild, pushkie, parnasus and tara_bella, I am looking at y'all, among some others.) *grin*
Bryn told jokes in between songs. They were almost always horrible.
I still tell them.
One. My favorite short musician joke: How do you define perfect pitch? It's when you chuck the accordion across the stage. and it lands perfectly on the (bagpipes, banjo, insert your favorite horrible instrument here) and they both explode into splinters.
Two. My ex husband fools_and_irish learned his favorite shaggy-dog musician joke from Bryn: A session musician dies and goes to heaven, St. Peter gives him a rock-star tour of heaven, whereupon the musician, flabbergasted and flattered at first, eventually gets suspicious. Peter takes him off to one side, checks exaggeratedly for eavesdroppers, and confides, "yes, we need you to head up the band, because... (select the text below to read the answer)
God? Yeah... He has a girlfriend. And... he thinks she can sing."
Three. My favorite horrible joke OF ALL TIME was the one we all tried to con the audience into believing was good, with wide eyes, eager faces, and full attention on Bryn.
"What's Brown... (long pause) and Sticky?"
(select text below for answer)
I know it's horrible. But I can't help but laugh Every. Single. Time.
Maybe you did have to be there. But maybe it was the joy of wearing the costumes, being in a playful mood, listening to good live music, and new friends working together to entertain. Maybe it didn't matter how corny we were.
Because I'm still over here smiling, and that was sixteen years ago.
Matter of fact, I'm more than a bit sore today, in ways I haven't in weeks and weeks, so that's good.
(it's good because SORE is different than Injured or Impaired.)
Monday morning I met wrenb at the gym for to try a new yoga class. Hadn't had a Hatha Yoga class in, well, at least a couple of years. *shrug* been doing other things, haven't had enough interest to go there, and it had seemed that the so-called Gentle Yoga was serving my yoga needs... But this Hatha class was very enjoyable and a good amount of challenge while not being a huge strain. Even if the teacher did look at me among others (I think I was the only roundy woman in the room) when she asked if any of us were new to yoga, I didn't mind. I was mildly amused, and smiled gently at her.
And then it was quite a good and thorough workout. The sacroiliac joint, where my chiropractor was working on me previously, made quite the series of long crackly readjustments toward the end of the session during a hip twisting stretch before savasana. It never hurts, but it still feels strange, like ... like pulling apart warm rice crispy treats. Only with a crunch with every stretch.
After Yoga, I spent some time with wrenb, her husband, and her kids at a local park for part of the afternoon, then went home, took care of various personal and house things, and had something to eat before meeting wrenb again for dance...5Rhythms in Mountain View. They meet, WE meet, at the Masonic Temple and use their ballroom for dancing. It's a HUMONGOUS lot of fun, although it's also challenging. Claire, the teacher, encourages all kinds of heart-centered meditation practices, and often has us try new exercises meant to break through the walls around our hearts, or break through our fears and engrained habits of self-image.
Claire ran an exercise last night that I know as a theater game... Everyone circles up. Then the teacher starts with simple statements: Walk across the circle if you identify as male. ...as female ... as somewhere in between (two people I like, crossed the circle at that point, visually seeming as one of each gender).
Questions moved to a popcorn format eventually: Have you ever had your heart broken, have you ever been divorced, have you lost a parent, are you a grandparent, did you have a challenging day, did you have a good day, did you identify as other than heterosexual? (I walked for that one.) Have you lost an SO or a child? Are you now or have you been dealing with cancer. (I walked for that one as well, though a tiny bit of skin cancer hardly feels /worthy/, you know? But my little brother Scott died from cancer, so did my uncles Leo (leukemia) and Dino (skin cancer gone metastatic) and my cousin Jeff (testicular, he was only 6 months older than me), so fuck that, I will keep it in mind)
I danced a LOT. and I made an effort to dance with other people. 5 Rhythms isn't like ballroom or country dances, everyone dances alone most of the time, but people play together occasionally, in twos or threes or occasionally in hug-circles kind of things. It was good.
It wasn't an effort, like it usually is, to let someone come ask me (nonverbally) for contact or play. It flowed well, and was fun, silly, joyful. My native state. =D
More of this. Moving is joyful.
- Current Location:the Beach House
- Current Mood: content
- Current Music:birdsong out in the yard
It’s taken me many years to realize that intentions don’t count for much unless I actually DO SOMETHING about them. Teach. Reach Out. Help people who need it. Talk. Listen. Figure something out and then Do that thing. Make. Write. Art (yes, it’s a verb). Dance. Share something that’s important with people who matter.
Make stuff. Laugh. Sing. Enjoy where I am now. Strive toward something meaningful.
No idea. I’m making the map as I travel. I used to believe that everyone else had gotten the map, and I was stuck behind the door somehow, but I know better now.
We’re all on stage, improvising. Or in the workshop, building from scratch, solving problems, making mistakes and fixing them. Or writing, revising, sculpting a new shape with words on a page.
Starting from the quiet place works best for me.
Here’s a moment of quiet.
- Current Mood: thoughtful
- Current Music:BNL "Grinning Streak"
She said since I had some goings on with the lungs, she didn't think we should work out.
Her rule of thumb is, neck-and-up, OK to work out, neck-and-down, no.
Huh. She said I should rest. I said since I'm here I'll just do enough gentle elliptical work to warm up my hands and get blood flowing a bit.
And I did, 20 minutes on the elliptical, maintaining heart rate right around 115 the whole time.
Feel a bit warmer/looser, she lent me the massage cane to help me work out a cramp in my back (I was showing off for delphid last night and hinked up my shoulder from stretching "cold", I DO know better...)
Now I am cut loose 30 minutes sooner than I expected, guess I'll return library books, then go home and start a to do list.
Will call the advice nurse too since it's been a full week that the ear has been painful, stuffy, bothering me.
OK, off I go.
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*nodding* YEEEEAH. *flex*
Lots of dynamic-stability work today. Squats into biceps curls, inverted rowing (where you let your body plank backwards and row up using handles suspended from the structure above you), backward lunges into knee-up and twist at the waist. Wow. A lateral leaping from side to side that makes me feel like an Olympic speed-skater. Jogging in place by hop-touching my toes to one of the lower boxes (or sometimes the Bosu half-ball)
Rats. I wish that I listed all my exercises every time I worked out. I know how to DO quite a few exercises, but I'm not necessarily going to remember them in a useful sequence when I go to do them for myself.
Well, doing something is a damn sight better than doing nothing.
Oh! and today, Tal actually had me RUN. 4.0 mph on the treadmill. We did intervals: it was something like 4 minutes of walking to get up to 3.5 mph fast walk, then kicked it over and started to jog for one minute, walk one minute, jog, walk, jog, and then walk to cool down, making note of heart rate both on the way building up to running, and during the cool-down.
But RUNNING! *SQUEE*
And now I have two homeworks.
One is to write up my food intake like I've been supposed to for like three months.
Two is to do that jog-walk interval training at least three times a week for the next three weeks. (and probably beyond that.)
Here is the progress-check since I started to seriously work out again last April (with Tal).
Surgery knee: stable, and up for all kinds of walking, dancing, even slipping and falling. Also up for running and full strength lateral movement. *thumbs up*
Back: Strong, though I do want to work more on the limberness/flexibility. Hurts a lot less than it used to, bends a lot easier than it used to, and I am more interested in moving in new ways.
Arms/Shoulders: Stronger and more flexible, have some muscle definition. My shoulders, more than any other body part, resent it and protest loudly with crunchy discomfort when I do not get enough work out time in. Interesting.
Feet: Have had little to no pain in the foot since I went for four sessions with Dr. Larry, the chiropractor who is also a member at my gym. The main adjustment at the sacro-iliac joint is something I can reproduce in a different, slower/more gradual way, on my own with a particular twisting stretch (the one my brother Scott called the "shortstop stretch") that makes my back make the most UNEARTHLY noises but it feels so much BETTER when I am done.
Neck/head tension: Notably decreased. Head rotation is natural and smooth (unlike some other times in my life), the airline-cable muscles have softened and are more flexible and amenable to stretching, and I can actually get traction on the times I feel like massaging my neck (unlike some other times in my life).
The JCC that includes my gym, is having a Happy New Year! Post your fitness resolutions on the wall!
They advised being very specific, because you could win a prize, like having the gym pay your registration for a race you said you wanted to finish.
I was very specific.
I want to be able to do headstands and handstands, with good core strength and control, and SLOWLY.
On the back of the card we are supposed to say WHY we have this goal.
I said something about I loved headstands when I was a kid, but never had the strength or courage to work up to doing cartwheels; I'm stronger now than I was then, and more intentionally building that strength.
And then I said that someday I want to teach yoga.
I didn't consciously realize that is something I want, till I wrote it on the card.
So the goal manifested, in part because I have an intention of working with two girlfriends' less-flexible spouses, because they need some yoga, and I need to be teaching so I can remember that teaching itself doesn't suck. Other stuff AROUND teaching sucks, but teaching does not.
Teaching yoga wouldn't suck. I could do that. I want to do that.
(Hell, I could make that one word the whole post, just leave it there. But that's not ME, so...)
Workout on Wednesday again, after something like two weeks of not working out, letting my gum graft and top incision heal. I did light housework and gardening, and I'm still getting used to the idea that my body is what it is now (as opposed to what it was while my knee was borked and I slowly gave up dance and most of my other active hobbies). My body is pretty strong now.
But stronger doesn't mean I'm not gonna hurt pretty bad after a solid workout, especially one tailored towards my current weaknesses.
I let Tal know that I recovered well by two weeks after surgery, but that I'd had a couple troubling things happened toward the end of the two weeks.
One was, I'm working on disassembling a structure in the backyard (a kind of cat-run installed by the previous tenants), and discovered that using a hand-screwdriver with hand-arm at shoulder height, led to numbness and tingling in the ring-&-pinky of the hand I was using (my dominant hand), and that I'd dropped the screwdriver three times in an afternoon after those symptoms made it difficult/awkward to hold the screwdriver firmly.
Tal asked had I had any carpal tunnel; I have no such diagnosis, but I allowed that I had, after many years of mousing on the right, and some nervy-feelings in hand and elbow, moved my mouse to my left. But now that Jeff and I share a desktop machine, that's a less convenient thing; and I'm mousing on the right again. Meh.
I suspect that may have contributed to a particular part of the workout where I laid on a mat on my belly, externally rotated my humerus and attempted to point my thumbs at the sky, and then had to pump my arms backwards (up) and hold; had to hold there and raise my chest from the mat. (also that's probably contributory to why my lower back is SO freaking sore that I had trouble sleeping, and was walking like an injured person when I got up this morning.)
Two was, I'd been losing my balance slightly as I've been walking around the house. Catching myself on walls and counters, not all the time, but y'know, a few times is disconcerting enough.
I suspect THAT observation may have been why Tal had me do a lateral leaping movement-exercise, like the Olympic speed-skaters; and why my damn hamstrings and inner thighs are crying out in pain today.
If it hurts bad enough after working it that I need ibuprofen and careful warmups and stretching (and even a soak in my god blessed hot tub!~ for the stretching), then OBVIOUSLY I need to be working those more.
This too shall pass, I know. I need to drink more water today (and less tea generally when I am this sore), keep the ibuprofen regular, and move more than I sit.
that said, I'm off to dress in real clothes and get back to work on disassembling the cat run.
the theme at the gym this month is "to dream"... they want us to join one or more of the classes there, but those don't really meet me where I dream.
I dream of doing handstands (balance and core and upper body work).
I dream of doing the Wheel pose in yoga (backbend like whoa)
I dream of dancing three hours an evening (cardio, and an improved wardrobe so someones will ask me to dance)
I dream of practical strength: to never be the little old lady who can't touch her toes or has to walk with a walker (beyond rehab, should I need it)
I dream of ridiculous strength (like the line from the Agents of SHIELD episode about "if you're hanging out a window 20 stories up, you're gonna want to be able to do at LEAST one pull-up")
I dream of doing things strong people do (& this week I schlepped 50 pounds of birdseed to my car, in my arms and over my shoulder)
I dream of believing, actually really believing, that I am strong. That I can DO things, things that matter.
I dream of working with my body and hands, my heart and my mind.
I still don't know what shape that needs to take, but I will keep dreaming.