Saturday, May 19, 2012
Chasing a dream…finding that perfect locale that you can call “paradise.” A deserted island, a mountain top, miles of untouched sandy beaches, a rooftop oasis in the middle of the city – it all counts as “paradise.” We think about retiring someday in paradise. Costa Rica? The Mediterranean? Maybe Bali is your paradise dreams come true? Travel destinations near the equator are touted as “paradise” and most folks are quick to agree. Maui comes to mind as a prime paradise destination with warm sands, warm nights, and warm water – all the time. But reality is paradise is a figment of our imagination and if you know you – I mean really know you -- paradise can be anywhere, anything, any situation. Being content, happy, and satisfied is part of paradise. You can be in paradise sitting in your bubba chair with the remote in your hand. A drug addict is in paradise on the high of his life. A chef creates his paradise in his kitchen. Touring your favorite micro-brewery and sampling the sweetness at the end is bound to bring on paradisiac thoughts. Some believe just having a place on earth – any place on earth - is paradise. The truth is paradise is any place or state of extreme happiness. Are you happy? Welcome to paradise.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
"Listen to your body." These are words that roll off the tongue of many coaches, doctors, co-workers and friends when an ailment arises and one starts to complain. Heck, sometimes we might even listen to our own gut feelings and actually do something about it. I've been registered to do some distance hike/runs this year and after the first one - the 16.3 mile Hyner Challenge - something wasn't feeling too good in the old body. I pondered the thought, "maybe I'm not cut out for ump-teen miles at a time" even though the other determined half of me said, "ferget about it... just hike through the pain." Well, I chose the worried half and quit hiking/running anything longer than 5ish miles. A month later, I feel better than ever. My feet no longer hurt, my toes aren't tender anymore, the bones on the top of my feet aren't aching, my ass cheek isn't hurting all the time, and the rest of my achy, tired-feeling body returned to its energetic, can't-stop self again. There's some truth to listening to your body. I found a good article in the NY times on running distance, and in there was this comment: Exercise early in life can affect the development of tendons and muscles, but many people don’t start running until adulthood, so their bodies may not be as well developed for distance. Yup, that's me -- I didn't start exercise until early forties and then it was biking. The running didn't start until mid-forties and that really wasn't anything longer than about 8ish miles. I did a half-marathon two years ago, but haven't really done anything longer. So this year's mega-distance tryouts obviously answered the question of Can I Do It? Nope girly, you can't. Your old bones aren't seasoned enough for distance hiking/running. But it's a blessing in disguise because my bikes were starting to feel very dirty with all the dust they've been accumulating. I'm back in the saddle again. Maybe not as much as years past, but biking nonetheless. And the best part? It doesn't hurt anywhere. Listen to your body!