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there are more of us than you think

This past spring I had what you’d call an ‘episode’. You might remember it as the Age of Obsessive Gardening, when I did some things like this:

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and this:
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and supervised the construction of this:

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You can’t see how huge the plants are from the early spring gardening because when I wasn’t sick anymore, I no longer had the urge compulsion to spend 6 hours a day in the yard. The garden flourished, we ate herbs and vegetables from it sporadically, weeds grew, it got hot, and I never get out the camera. And so on. Trust me when I say it was spectacular, and wholly unsatisfying. I did it because I HAD to. I know no other way to explain it. I suppose it was a grudging nod to Cognitive Behavior Therapy, although at the time my narrow focus was on staying outside and not inside, on wearing my body completely out, and on steering clear of anyone that might get hurt from being in my orbit. I think sometimes that I literally shoot out nastiness from my pores.

The point is that after some months of stability, I feel myself slipping ever so slightly into a spiral, and I’ve acquired a new obsession focus. This time at least it’s fun for the kids.

I give you:

Electric Jeep Love

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  • from Left to Right:
  • bartered Barbie Sun Jammer that has been sitting in our yard for two years-
  • red wrangler picked up for 15$ off craigslist
  • Peg Gaucho (also from CL) that needed a complete rebuild of the switches which utilized ball point pen springs (Daddy FTW on that idea!) and fine grain sandpaper. The battery in it was DOA, but we salvaged a battery from an air compressor and switched out the wiring harness so that it would still work with the original charger. The people who were getting rid of it didn’t want to buy the $70 Peg Perego battery. Tsk Tsk.

Oh, did you think I was done? AHAHAHA.

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Gaucho #2 came with a free booster and about 6 various plastic trucks for Jack, plus a light saber for Avery. That fortuitous trip also netted us a large collection of yard sale Monster Jam trucks which are the cause of great joy and great sorrow in our house. We’ve had to confiscate the monster jam collection for 24 hours and will revisit the concept of sharing tomorrow. I also picked up a 75 cent stainless steel Darth Vader thermos for Jack, and when we got home we returned the Batman thermos I just bought him and pocketed $16, which paid for Saturday’s gas and yard sale scores.

That’s quite a collection, eh? I should be happy with that, right? That’s a full load of rebuild and paint projects, no? oh, come on. you know me….

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Someone tried to John Deere up this Hummer and they did not use Fusion Paint. Obviously not familiar with www.modifiedpowerwheels.com and their multiple threads on proper paint adhesion.

To get this one, I rolled right up in someone’s yard and asked for it. I told you, I’m unstoppable. I think the wheels are salvageable and it’s possible I can use the motors on the red jeep to make it a 4WD!

I don’t have a picture of the cinderella pontiac solstice that’s on the porch right now waiting dissection. It’s dead, but since it was part of a recall that I just found out about, I was able to have the company ship out a retrofit kit that included a new battery. Score!

Over the weekend while I was out trolling for electric cars in trash piles (it happens!) I happened upon a pressure washer beside a guy’s trash can. I asked him about it & he gave it to me. Then when I ran into him at a yard sale Saturday (what? it’s a small town) he asked me if I’d tried it out yet; when I told him I didn’t have the right connection yet, he searched his garage for the thing, drove it over here and dropped it off with Michael. Everything in my yard was pressure washed today. I might start pressure washing my kids. I wish I could pressure wash my brain.

I’ve been so busy educating myself about how to mod a power wheels car that I have just had no time at all to do my couch to 5 K workouts! Tonight I practiced mindful walking away from the computer and ended up on the treadmill for a 2.5 mile barefoot run, and at the end of it I was like “oh wait! I’m not having an episode! I just need to work out more!”.

I wish it were that simple.

For now, my keeping it simple involves: modding power wheels cars, running barefoot, and making an appointment to see the prescription writer guy to discuss a new combination of radical brain altering chemicals that might give my family back their mother sometime soon.

 

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Viva La Vibram

Yesterday literally as I was lacing up my running shoes, my husband walked in holding the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen: the package with my new (hopefully correctly sized) Vibram FF’s. If I may say so myself, they are bad-ass. They’re the coolest blue, with just enough lime green accent to be sassy.

vibram fivefingers sprint

Oh wait, do you care how well they work?

Are you going to shake your head and tell me:

1) that you could never wear something so ugly or
2) that having something between your toes would drive you insane or
3) that I’m going to be sorry one day when I destroy my knees and ankles

Well. I’ll just let google help you with that last one. Google “running hurts knees” and “new york times magazine”.
Go ahead, I’ll wait right here.

Ok. Now, my lifelong hate for all things toe separating is well documented. Besides the fact that Vibrams are god-awful ugly, they were never even on my radar because just the sight of them made me want to shield my toes, maybe even tape my toes together with duct tape.

I don’t know what turned me. Maybe it was that perceived authority that the personal trainer at the gym lords over a person. I was at one of my three free sessions with the 12 year old trainer and she was wearing hers.

“omg your shoes!” I said.
“May I take a photo of those? I didn’t think I’d ever see anyone in real life wearing them. My friend Neil posts a link to them every time I complain about my hiking shoes”

She showed admirable restraint, did not throw me on the floor and whip my ass, and suggested that I try them on at the local outfitter.

“I can’t stand stuff between my toes”, I said. “Really. I panic when something is between my toes. I can’t even get a pedicure because of those little foam torture devices they use to keep polish from rubbing off”

She said “me too. these are different. go try some on”

And I did, and the rest is history, sort of.

Remind me to tell you about my experience with the local outdoor store whose owner, when I questioned the fit, suggested that I was “overthinking the fit” and that she’d never been trained by Vibram to instruct people to seat their heels in the shoe first, and that there is no difference between women’s and men’s styles. (for the record, mens vs womens are different in width, and sizing is different- for instance men’s 40 is 10 inches long while women’s 40 is 9.5 inches.) Suffice to say that my 15 year old daughter, who wears a women’s size 10.5 and is 6 inches taller than me, is the proud owner of a pair of men’s size 40 Vibram Sprints that were refused return. She loves them. Oh wait, should I tell you that I wear a women’s size 8, or 38 Eu?

Note: here’s a very comprehensive fit guide to each model Vibram FF shoe.

Whatever, I was telling you about the performance. I’m trying to find a fun sport that has very little equipment, something I can just step out the door and just DO. I thought it was hiking, but then I came home to Florida. You see where this is going? At 37, I decided to try my hand at running, even though I’ve got “trick knees” and “chronic knee pain” and Rheumatoid Arthritis. That last one isn’t in quotes because it’s true.

I bought new running shoes because my hand me down New Balance must have been too old without enough support. My knees were KILLING me after just a couple 60 second runs. I was vindicated. It’s true- I’m just too beat up to do all that high impact cardio. But I was determined. I read up on form and decided to train through the pain, to condition my body to do the new sport.

Somewhere along the way I stumbled on barefoot running. What? My knees? Hurt because my shoes have too much cushion? The world is round?

I got the Vibrams. I gave it a shot.

I’m not looking back.

I’m on week 5 of the couch to 5K program. 2 weeks ago I was instructed to take a break after a run left me incapacitated and sporting huge lumps of inflammation under my kneecaps that were so tender to the touch that I screamed when touching them. Yesterday I ran almost the whole 5K. I might have been about 1/4 mile short. I did it in my Vibram Sprints (right out of the box, by the way, first time wear. what? no break in period? the world is round?), did a quick gym circuit, came home and did some yoga in my Vibrams.

I keep looking down at my knees for the lumps. I keep jabbing the spot, trying to dig into the tenderness. It just isn’t there.

Believe the hype. Take off your shoes.

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couch to 5K, or how to torture yourself in the Florida summer

For the last month I’ve been slowly easing into a new sport, one which requires almost no equipment, an activity that I can jump into no matter where I am, as long as I have a half hour or so to devote. They call it “running” and evidently it’s been around for a while.

I’m using a program called “Couch to 5k” and an app to match, which lays the audio cues (ding! RUN! ding! WALK! ding! you are halfway done. ding! last run coming up! ding! cool down” on top of whatever you happen to play on the ipod. I tried to use a free mixer program to make my own custom playlist with the audio cues as a track on top so that I could use just a clip on ipod Shuffle like all the cool runners (the Iphone creates so much drag, ya’ll) but that was sort of a bust and I was in a hurry, so I took the hit, put the heavy iPhone in my pocket, and used my on the fly 36 minute playlist.

All was going well until I realized that Trip Like I Do somehow made it into the warmup spot, and that meant that right after Skin Storm began, the dreaded DING! RUN! and I want to just tell you, Morrissey crooning (“Deeeeeliiiiiight!
See our faces are both shining
And I’ve never felt so wanted
Than when you cling with arms and legs”)
about sweet lovely sex=not the best tempo to motivate me into a trot, out there on the hot pavement in the middle of the day (because I am a late sleeper and a dumbass). Also not recommended for the RUN section of your interval training: Boys Don’t Cry (The Cure)

I was moving in slow motion there for a few minutes, and then the Chemical Brothers came up in the playlist and I enjoyed a nice Chemical Brothers cool down walk. Obviously I need some practice in the playlist/audio cues department. Usually I just listen to an audio book, which I kind of like because I can never tell how much time has passed; since I know the minute count on all my music it’s easy listening to a music playlist to get caught up in how much fucking longer do I have to run. For instance, when Skin Storm came up, I knew I had about 2 minutes 40 seconds to get through, but this was a 5 minute run. So when I thought I might vomit and pass out and the song was not even over yet and, it seemed like a good idea to stop and catch my breath. Had I been listening to that Chuck Palahniuk book I just got, I’d have been too engrossed in the suicide prevention guy who convinces people to kill themselves to worry about silly bullshit like body temperature and oxygen levels and heart rates.

I complain; it’s my superpower. But I’ve been out there, three times a week, slogging away and running about as fast as my four year old walks, but running nonetheless. I’ve not experienced the runner’s high yet because I can’t yet catch my breath past the three to 5 minute mark, and it seems like maybe that’s not quite enough time in the air to kick off the endorphin rush.

I will say this: I love the idea of it. I love getting up, throwing on clothes and kicking out the front door to work out. It’s not the mountains, it’s not the desert rocks and canyons that made me so happy back in June. But it’s nature, dammit, and I’m into it.

If you could just get a message to my knees that it’s time to get with the fucking program and jump on board with the rest of me, that would be great.

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Couch to 5K is Easier in the Morning and Toddlers need Permanent Earmuffs

Couch to 5K is kicking my ass. I’m on week two, which means I run for 60 seconds and walk for 2 minutes. Don’t laugh. It’s really very hard. I discovered quite by accident this morning at 7 a.m. that the 30 minute run/walk routine is actually quite a bit easier when you’re not doing it in midday Florida heat. Who knew?

Then I came home and did yoga. Do you hate me now? I kind of do. People who work out all the time are dorks. People who talk about working out all the time are dorks squared. It’s just that- I have to cram this all in, do as much as I can in the time that I have left this summer, before school starts and I go back to being THE CARETAKER with my affordable gym membership-without-day-care and a child who hates the jogging stroller.

In other news, my two year old heard my husband yell “fucking bullshit!” at the Xbox the other day. So now fuckingbullshit punctuates most of my parent-child interaction Also, he got up from his nap the other day, came to my doorway, stood there and exclaimed “what the hell!”. Combined with standing in his chair at the dinner table to announce when he farts, I think we’re raising him up real good.

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