Hey there, i finally updated my recent body combat again post with a photo of our actual class!! The photo is at the bottom of the page. I am in the second row, wearing lime green shorts & a white shirt. Just sayin, so now there's evidence...i am truly a Mad Cary Mom!!
(Here's the photo again..)
I was originally going to call this post something like, "Cardio Photo Remix", as I was listening to some high-energy cardio dance music on Pandora the first half of my run this morning. Was also running along this picturesque trail, next to a stream, perfect photo opps everywhere. So I was laughing at how I must look, like this crazy multi-tasking adult ADHD-infested woman, running along the trail, then suddenly darting off the path and down to the water to take some pictures, usually in ridiculous positions, then high-tailing it back down the trail as the fast cardio music pounded in my brain and kept me going. But..
as I enjoyed all the beautiful scenery and was calmed by the quiet, natural surroundings, I switched my station to some nice Christian praise & worship music for the second half of my run, and let the music and God's presence in nature speak to me.
I am so often like this Road Closed sign, with the Lord. I see these broken pieces in me, like this broken cement, this path that cannot be easily journeyed down, and I say, "Lord, that's far enough. This road is closed, I can do it myself. You stay out."
Yet I know that He just wants to smooth out those roads, make it so clear to me where my journey is leading next. Even if it is one dimly lit step at a time. Baby steps.
Only You see the Big Picture, God. Like from my view high up in this tree, where I can see the rushing water below, even to the bottom of the stream, You see the bottom of my heart, when all I see and feel is the rushing chaotic waters of my soul.
And You beckon to me, saying, "Taste, and see, that the Lord is good." I know that, Lord. I know. I know...
My haiku: Worship Music
though my heart rages
and my mind rebels. please, Lord
speak to my spirt.
So the day before yesterday I went out for a run. Gorgeous day, so excited to run in shorts again, enjoying the great weather. Playing with my radio app, then the song "Thrift Shop" comes on. I'd never really listened to the lyrics before, (and mind you, these were the CLEAN lyrics, not the foul-mouth original ones that I found when I googled it and thought, oops! not gonna copy-paste those bad boys!!!!) and I started cracking up as I jogged along. I normally switch stations when I hear that song, I'm not into rap and that sax line is annoying. But this was just so funny....
....because...I LOVE THRIFT SHOPPIN'!!! and it just so happened that I had just gotten back from doing that very thing at the Goodwill which is so conveniently located on my carpool route! So after dropping the kids off at school, I'm in there rummaging through everyone else's smelly hand-me-downs, innocently seeking out some good deals on clothes for my kids who keep growing too fast, when I start getting distracted... (as usual)
Just couldn't say no to this cute little dress....
....and these awesome shoes!!! They rock!!! Both for less than breakfast at Starbucks!!!
Soooo...nothing deep to talk about today. Just showing off my treasures. (and my weird feet, ooh, vulnerability hangover coming on here....) :)
***** Photo Coming Soon!!!!!*******
Not feeling like going to class today,
but I must.
Physically, I could use a long soak in a hot tub. Muscles already tired.
But my spirit's raging,
need to fight.
Mind, body, soul, need to punch and kick.
Here we go, I'll sneak in the back, hope Mr. Rob
doesn't see my half-hearted jabs, wobbly round-house kicks.
Feelin' like a noodle.
Gotta get in shape, purge my inner demons, so to speak,
Kill those shadowed enemies.
I can do this...
Today is New Launch Day,
meaning they're teaching brand new routines.
Also taking a class photo. (wait for it- coming soon on Facebook!!)
Warm-ups...Rob's sipping his muy grande Starbucks beverage again.
(gotta get me one of those next time..)
He explains some new moves, this time from "Capoeira", including the term "jenga" (sp??),
meaning "swing", I think.
Tells us that today we will growl till we whimper!!!
"What? You don't believe me? Wait till you try the new Muay Thai trac,
it's a real puker!!!
mmmmm, sounds nice. can't wait.
I'm feeling feeble already, taking it slow.
Like before a dance audition, where I'm just learning the moves,
"marking" it without giving it my full effort.
But Rob keeps pushing us..
"GO MAD CARY MOMS, FIGHT!! FIGHT!! FIGHT!!"
"Next track is Karate vs. Taikwondo".
I can't even remember what some of those moves were called,
and it's not long before I'm feeling strangely light-headed.
must. get. out. now.
At the break I use the excuse of re-filling my water bottle,
just to step outside the room a minute.
I almost flee. But return, and with the help of a handful of my kids' fruit snacks I find in my purse,
I regain enough energy to finish the class.
Am glad I did.
Arms and glutes on fire,
750 calories burned (says Rob),
Opponents knocked down.
For now at least.
Just don't make me angry.
You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.
:)
Body Flow Class
Tai Chi, smooth, slow
strong yoga pose, killer planks
mind and body, one.
Good morning! So I think I know where this is headed....this daily or almost daily phoneography thing. I'm thinking that I need to start another blog. Still keep jennerositysonar for poems and lyrics and general rants, but for a continuous photoblog of everyday life, in which I attempt to record events and share some interesting photos of ordinary life, I would start another one. Call it something like everydayjennerosity. hmmm. will ponder that today.
In the meantime, here's a few random photos from my yesterday. Of course this is the big weekend of my good friend and former roommate's wedding, so I have more fun pictures to share. Life won't always be this dressed-up. Usually it's quite frumpy, and I need to dig deeper for those finer details that make life fun.
here goes...phoneography for Thursday, April 4,2013.
Of course I had to stop in the Ani-Mall store, where they keep all these gorgeous kitties just waiting to be adopted! Which to choose? I want them all!!!!! oh well...
....I have a feeling...
that tonight's gonna be a good night,
that tonight's gonna be a good, good night!!!
(Stay tuned! Time for mani/pedicures with the bridesmaids... the girls' party continues!!! :)
ok, back for a couple minutes. Following are glimpses of dinner with the other bridesmaids. Gifts from the bride, (she knows me well, note the Starbucks items!) and pizza. I love that the Mellow Mushroom is just a couple blocks down from the little basement apartment I used to live in during my single days. Fun neighborhood! Used to enjoy walking my neighbor's German shepherd around that area. ok, gotta go again!
After dinner we headed out to a seedy strip mall on Capital Blvd. where the karaoke place was located. Weird location, near this tattoo shop with the words "Romantic Torture" on the window, ew.
We all took turns singing solos or duets. Some of my finer performances included:
Roxanne (the Police), Material Girl (Madonna), Bohemian Rhapsody (Queen), Funky Town (Lips, inc.),
Summer Nights (John Travolta & Olivia Newton-John), sung as a duet, I did John Travolta's part!!!,,
Hotel California (Eagles), and probably a bunch of others I can't think of right now.
Here's me doing a grand finale of some song.
Pretty pink nails!!
Fancy dinner menu at the rehearsal dinner!
First course, tomato fennel bisque. (better than Campbells!!)
By the time they served cake, it was well past 9:00, I was pretty tired, and they hadn't even started the speeches or the slide show yet. Good thing they soon brought out....
Coffee, yay!!!
Melissa and me.
catalyst [ˈkætəlɪst]
1. (Chemistry) a substance that increases the rate of a chemical reaction without itself suffering any permanent chemical change
Everyday examples of catalysts: soapmaking (using lye), breadmaking, (using yeast) and the fermentation of wine into vinegar.
2. a person or thing that causes a change
So if you're a bowl of flour and you want to become a nice fluffy loaf of bread, you need a tiny amount of yeast to make the chemical change. After the bread is baked, the yeast can no longer be tasted; it's part of the whole product. Same as soap; the caustic lye that is used with much caution in preparation loses its harmful qualities and becomes part of the soap. Some people are like that, they change you and somehow become part of who you are, something new.
But if you are a spoonful of peanut butter and you get smushed together with some jelly and bread, yes, you are a big mess, but you COULD be carefully pried apart and you would still be, peanut butter. Some people are like that, they can mix up with you and not change you, really, you're still your old self. Or if you are a white fluffy marshmallow, and someone stabs you and holds you over a campfire, you become light brown and slightly toasty-crispy on the outside and really soft and gooey on the inside. and hot! But if the catalyst of the fire is too close or stays too long, you become black and burned to a crisp. Some people are like fire, too, they enter your life briefly, change you, then leave you, either pleasantly toasted or burned to a crisp. But changed.
So it is with God. He is the great bread baker. He sees that we are just like that bowl of flour. If left to ourselves, we pretty much stay the same. We could roll around with some oil and water, salt and sugar, but we'd still be flour, just wet and in a big mess. But if he adds a catalyst, some sort of event or person, to the mix, like yeast, we start to change. Whether it's a change we desire or not, it happens. When yeast acts on the flour, the dough begins to rise. Sometimes we rise in a good way when God allows those catalysts to act in our lives. But at some point, the dough rises too high, and it must be punched down, manually, with one's fists. Same thing with God, He has to pummel us back down when we get too full of ourselves. As many times as it takes. And finally, that bread is put in the oven, in that intense heat, to bake to its full perfection. Analogy here, the heat of the trials in our lives. While the actual bread-baking process takes only a couple hours, we won't reach our full perfection till eternity. Constantly being re-worked in this lifetime, having new yeast added to our mix, those people who enter in and become something new with us, and then those people that are just fun to mix with, those peanut butter and jelly mixtures, and then....there are those fires.
So there you have it. Bread and peanut butter.
Marshmallows, Campfires, Yeast, and Jelly.
That's about as deep as I go.
Ping!!!
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p.s. i'm hungry now.
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