On a run this summer, came across this bus stop in Sechelt:
September 11th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Nobody steals the chairs.
(sorry for the lack of picture quality, but I had been running and was shaky and the phone was probably sweaty too)
It’s fleeting sometimes: https://thedailyeo.com/2013/06/17/the-daily-eo-june-15th-2013/ has been painted over.
I pulled up behind this vehicle off Highway 1 at Hastings the other day:
I thought to myself, another crazy Jeep owner, so proud to be part of the Jeep Cult. . . ure. But I looked closer. . .
September 10th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Love it!
September 9 = 9/9. Cool. If only it was 1999 for oh so many reasons.
But speaking of the past, one of my favorites quotes from 80s TV is “Michael, I am surprised you’re not dead. It is only will power keeping you alive”. (or something like that, I don’t have an eidetic memory)
And who doesn’t want to have their car say that to them? And frankly, I like to think that even if poisoned, that my sheer will power will keep me alive.
In my static travels today, I came across this: http://lego.cuusoo.com/ideas/view/47379.
09/09/13 Extra-Ordinary: Memories of K.I.T.T and lego with my brother.
For over ten years, I’ve subscribed to Chicken Soup for the Soul daily emails. That is more than 3000 stories that have entered my inbox and I think I have read most of them. Except for the golf ones, and well, the “what I learned from my cat” ones. Of which I don’t really understand why someone would buy a book with that theme. Though I probably did learn a couple of things from my cat (prime example: don’t stay at your in-laws house too long or your teeth fall out).
There are some good ones, some funny ones, some “we need to publish another book” ones, and ones I stop reading half way through. And usually I receive them really early in the morning so I can read them while riding the elevator and avoiding conversation with my neighbours.
Occasionally, I think about writing my own story for one of the books. But I never have.
Tai Chi, I know not what you are really, except for limited glances on TV. I wandered into a Tai Chi event on Saturday afternoon. A number of people were doing Tai Chi in the Olympic torch plaza, about 25-30, while the waitresses at the Cactus Club tried to mimic them. This was interesting enough for me to stop and observe a while.
As I continued my journey on the sea wall, my experience became more surreal:
Look way in the background. Closer.. . yes! See that? That is Tai Chi-ers all the way up the wall. If you looked the other way and there was another 300+ people doing flowy things.
September 7th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: 1 kilometre of Tai Chi.
Running with my husband is a gift and a burden. I decided to go for a run today, and Emile said, “Hey, I’ll come with you because I haven’t gone. . . well, I can’t remember when I last went.” And so we get out there, I my husband just skips by me – arms aflailing while he plays the drums along with what music he is listening to (trust me, it Is pre-2000 whatever it is). And that gives me a smile every time. And runs ahead. . . stopping only when he is just checking on me pulling up the rear.
What the hell? Why is it that he has this ridiculous natural stamina and endurance? Do I just drop into a walk much easier than him? Not as mentally tough? I don’t know. But suppose I like spending the time with him. Even if it is with his back.
September 6th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Who runs to Rage Against the Machine anyways?
I have been doing a fitness DVD off and on recently. Well, actually not a DVD, because with my husband, such things like physical DVDs and Blu-Rays are deemed archaic. Instead we use files from our server that links our ridiculous number of computers and other electronic devices. But that is not the story.
This particular fitness “video” is rather short actually. . .
. .. . ahem. . . slight interruption here to let you know that my neighbours up here on this high floor are smoking marijuana. Nobody call the police please because it doesn’t really bother me. But the aroma is wrapping around my apartment. Perhaps I should shut the door. Perhaps I should go over make some new friends.
Anyhoo, back to the story…..
This particular “video” is rather short, but seems effective because I tend to have problems sitting on the toilet the next day. I actually have to use my arms to lower myself down (which are pretty wiggly as well). Because my thighs and butt refuse to comply. My only other option is to stand straddling the toilet and pee like the an English butler pours tea. Or stop consuming food and water.
Is this too much information?
September 5th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Today I was able to sit on the toilet.
I have a tough job. But most days I love it. Other days I do not. Other days I really do not. You have to generally love working in manufacturing in North America because it is an industry without glamour and under continuous pressure from all aspects.
But all that aside as today was a good day.
All three were somewhat nervous – one was absolutely terrified and kept telling me she would be sick that day.
I got through my portion and then it was their turn.
I thought I’d get the terrified one the chance to go first – get it out of the way. And she was shaky. She was wavering. She was hesitating. But then she started to remember why she wanted to tell the story in the first place. And started to tell it. And connected with everyone.
Then up was number 2 – my prickly team member that I can’t often figure out what she is thinking. British and contrary. She told her story beginning with telling all of us how much company and the people who work there mean to her. And she started to cry. And she got hugs and applause and managed to carry on with her story. And we saw a different side.
Last is the rising star. He was nervous but would never admit it to me or anyone else. So, he got up there and told his story that he was really proud of. And stood even a little taller.
As I stood there, I was teary eyed with pride watching all three of my team members stretch to grow and overcome fear, knowing that I helped a little to get them there. They did it, but I helped a little. I am proud of all three.
September 4th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: A day of clarity when you understand exactly who and what you are working so hard for.
When I shop, I tend to look at mannequins and outfit layouts so I have some clue on how fashionable people dress. But, what irritates me is how they pin up the clothes to make the size 0 look even more form fitting and attractive. How am I supposed to live up to such high standards? Should I actually be able to put tiny clothes on and the pin them to fit even better?
What is this about?
September 3rd, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: I get my revenge by moving the normal sized items from being hidden in the bowels of the rack right up in front (hiding the teensy sizes) to offend everyone in their sheer largeness. Imagine, being a size 12!
Getting ready for a run at my house is a long process.
First I put on running shorts, then a sports bra. Then a loose shirt overtop. Then I settle in to do something else. Like work. Or read. Clean. Eat. Or whatever. I eventually will then change into a running tank or shirt. And go back to whatever else I was working on.
Then I add socks and shoes.
Then later, headphones and iPhone.
Then I make sure I haven’t eaten recently. If I have, I have to wait a while.
So today for example, I started getting ready for a run at 7:30 am and came back to the house at 3:45 pm. You see – I have to mentally prepare myself to go outside and make my lungs hurt.
There is a process, people, and you’ve got to follow it.
Today, when I finally got out, I ran through Strathcona and I ran by the Hendrix house – which is a protected historic house that was owned by Jimi Hendrix’ grandparents. No, it is not a historic house because of Jimi Hendrix, but instead because his grandparents established part of the vaudeville scene long before Jimi was born or he even thought about playing a guitar.
I eked out 4.8 kilometres and came back to the building red-faced, sweating and feeling somewhat accomplished that my long preparation resulted in an actual run. (you can imagine that such a long process can often be thwarted by opposing forces). As I got back to the elevators, I was wondering why I hadn’t found the strength to go the last 200 metres when I ran into the same guy I rode down with when I left.
He congratulated me on my “long run”. I insisted it was not long, but rather slow instead. He told me he used to run ultra marathons – I then understood that I was dealing with a crazy person so I used my calm voice. I again stated that my accomplishment was paltry today, but he wouldn’t hear of it.
“You’re building and that’s all that matters”.
September 2nd, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: Fresh view from a stranger on the elevator.