The Joy of Giving

I have figured it out. I now know how to connect yoga and christmas.

This epiphany came to me in my bed this morning. I had my day planned out down to the minute– as I do. My alarm went off at the appropriate time for my run, followed by my yoga, followed by a walk with a friend, followed by a trip to REI for a coat I have been drooling over, followed by work. You are at the edge of your seat, I can tell.

Here is what happened instead. My bed was warm. Seattle was cold. My dog’s head was on my chest, and he smells like warm potato chips (delicious). My sheets are made of fleece (literally). So I said NO, turned my alarm off and let the sound of hail lull me back to sleep for another hour.

I then had a panic attack about messing up my plans, guilt about not exercising to my full potential, and a realization that I now gained 10 pounds.

Yep, call me rational.

After my head decided to have a break down, it dawned on me. This season (this glorious, miraculous, blissful season) is all about giving. It is all about traditions, and family and being with the ones you love. A lot of time, it becomes about being one giant stress ball of anger and not being good enough.

So here is what it came down to. I rolled out my mat, put on my Adele Pandora radio station and spent some time with my sweet self. I spent 45 perfect minutes stretching how I wanted to stretch. Breathing how I wanted to breathe, and giving myself the gift of unscheduled, unplanned time. I followed this peace with a long walk in the cold, drinking coffee and having a nice conversation with a genuine person.

It was a perfect day.

Lesson learned. This season (this life) it is easy to get caught up in a whirlwind of dates and plans. It is easy to forget to give yourself gifts– to remember to slow down. My gift is yoga. Your gift may be a pint of beer and a good book. It may be a long nap under the new fleece sheets you went to buy (really, do it.)

The season of giving. To others… And yourself.

Fuel

I decided that today was a good day to move my body.

A lot.

I am planning on registering for the Portland Marathon next year.

I think I am crazy. After finishing my first half marathon this summer, I vowed to never run that much ever again. Now, I’m like, “sure! yeah! lets register for that x 2!”

What the shit is wrong with me?

Perhaps I will blame it on my imaginary bucket list, and chalk it up to bragging rights– no one can doubt THIS girl if I am strong enough to run 26.2 miles. Sure, I cry at Hallmark commercials, but I ran 26.2 miles, SUCK IT.

So I have vowed to run four times a week, starting now until next October. Lofty goal, and I am sure some weeks will consist of one half-assed run, but I am setting the bar high.

This morning–bright and early–I put on my tight ass lulu lemon pants (which make me looks like a thunder thigh super hero– I can’t believe I go out in public) met up with my step-mom and went on a leisurely jog. My pup was happy, I was happy, it felt good to run and gossip with the s-mom.

I followed my run with 75 minutes of hatha flow yoga. Because, why not? I do a work exchange at a delightful yoga studio, so if I’m already at the studio, there is no excuse NOT to practice. Little did I know that this class would involve approximately 900 plank poses and runner lunges that left my hips and quads saying WTF.

Needless to say, today I am eating like a hormonal teenage boy. CARBS! PROTEIN! HUNGRY ALL THE TIME!

Also, all of this moving caused me to be a lazy ass pre-work, so I did some makeshift cooking. Here is the result.

I call this the, “throw-it-together-burrito”.

Here is the truth, I wanted to catch up on Parks and Recreation (Amy Poehler is a goddess), and going to the store was not an option. I had carrots, potatoes, onions, black beans, quinoa and avocado. Throw all of that together with some tabasco, and you have yourself a burrito.

It was delicious. This just shows that you can always eat healthy– just keep that kitchen stocked of go-to healthy foods. And be flexible with what you put in your face. Who knows what kind of combinations you come up with? Whole wheat noodles with “peanut sauce”, yeah… I’ve been there.

As the evening wears on at work, I am still ravenous like a hippo, but I brought my trusty left overs to hold me over.

Not going to lie, I did sneak a few crackers meant for the kid’s consumption only… WHAT??! DON’T JUDGE ME!