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The Weekend Wrap-up

The 8 Mile Run:

We  ran our longest run training run so far on Saturday.  It was originally scheduled for 8 AM, but at 8 AM it was 18 degrees so we switched it to later in the day.  We finished, thanks to great support from our”crew” and for me, to the great story-telling and banter of Tim, who will forever be known to me as the human Ipod.  He kept me happy and distracted the whole way.  That is the key to good running, I think: to always stay happy and distracted.

Breathing in the Writing Room:

On Sunday I did a “Salon” at Zee’s, my dear friend and writing guru and conversationalist extraordinaire.  She wanted me to come up and teach breathing techniques for creative people (i.e. everyone).  So I pulled together a little hour-long thing I called “The Creative Breath.” and 10 people came and afterwards we all went out for Thai food.  Such a great group of women!  I had a blast, and best of all, found another fellow blogger.  Check out Patricia at Zen Crafting.  (So cool.)

Sacred Sloth Pants:

I need at least one day for rest and rejuvenation and that day is usually Sunday, but due to the above-mentioned breath-fest, I didn’t get my Day ‘O Sloth, so I took it today and stayed in my jammies until lunch living “organically” following my inclinations, sipping, drinking, reading, and then I happened to look out the window and into the backyard and..uh-oh, I forgot to take the bird feeder in and the bear came.

I’ll Eat the Sunflower Chips  Here And Take The Niger Seed To Go

He broke the pole, ate all the sunflower chips out of one feeder, and took the niger seed feeder with him.  I have been taking the feeders in ever since the snow melted and it’s been feeling spring-like because I know the bears wake up hungry.  I forgot last night, and now I only have 1 feeder left. If you see Yogi walking around with my niger seed feeder? Tell him I’d like it back, k?


I teach yoga. I love to breathe. Kapalabhati pranayama rocks my world. I can’t sing (but love to chant) I love rituals I was born a Capricorn (on the cusp) I cannot live without coffee. I can sit perfectly still for over an hour. I am afraid of deep water. I can’t parallel park. I know how to scuba dive (but won’t). I can eat anything with chopsticks. I don’t use coupons. I was at Woodstock. I have a large vocabulary. I have slept in the Everglades surrounded by alligators. I used to want to be a bartender. I used to want to be a nun I am happiest when I am around purple things. I can read Tarot cards. I can’t eat eggplant. I have relatives in The Wizard of Oz. I have paddled a canoe with a nudist. I function best with 9 hours sleep. I can go for a week without speaking. I am addicted to blogs and social media. I love the poetry of Pablo Neruda, Mary Oliver, Rilke and Billy Collins I watch My Dinner with Andre every January as a ritual I don’t drink enough water. I love my computer I hate to vacuum. I do not like hydrangeas. I love the Sierra Mts. I dislike the name “Debbie.” I have read all of Proust. I love yoga I like to fly kites. I have never smoked a cigarette. I cry at movies. I only watch really crappy TV. I wear a size 8 shoe. I hate the smell of burnt toast. I love catalpa trees. I speak no foreign languages. I love to drive. I hate clowns. I love roller coasters. I hate country music. I do not like the sound of bagpipes. I hate shaving. I love Brie. I love to watch water move. I hate plastic cutlery I love my Kindle I do not love my phone I love sitting up to my neck in hot water.

3 thoughts on “The Weekend Wrap-up

  1. Funny, I drove by your running group on Saturday. There was quite a crowd gathered on that dirt road. You know what stood out for me the most? Every one was smiling. Now that’s some good distraction!


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