Sunday, July 18, 2021

Flexibility

I was following along with a yoga video this morning, and the instructor said something that stood out to me. She said that the body and mind and interrelated, and that mental health corresponds with physical health. I had heard this before, but she put it in terms of flexibility by saying something like this:

“A flexible body creates a flexible mind. A strong physical body creates strong mental health.”

This month has been full of stressors: positive stress with fun visits from family and events with friends, but a lot of negative stress with Grandma Judy’s poor health and death last week. The day she passed away was a ill-gotten confluence of both stressors, since her health declined rapidly at the Enchanted Forest, while the kids and I were there with my sister L and my local aunt, uncle, and cousins. We were in the best of places experiencing the worst of times. Lucy and I said goodbye to Grandma via FaceTime, while we were standing in line for the bobsled ride and cheery synthesizer music blared out of speakers nearby.

I’ve been anticipating a lot of upcoming stressors, too, especially as we travel for the funeral during the Covid pandemic. I got a massage yesterday (as part of Carrie’s birthday celebration) and I could feel a lot of physical tension in my body that needed to release. A lot of it did release, which really helped me to feel better. But I want to have a flexible and calm mind too, especially on this trip. I think I’ll do stretches and some yoga each day, especially while traveling, to try and work on my mental flexibility and health.

Friday, June 4, 2021

Narnia Costume Brainstorming

 This evening, the kids and I went for a walk on the neighborhood trail, through BB Mill. As we walked, we talked about all of the different permutations that we could have for family-themed Narnia costumes this Halloween. Here were some of the ideas:

  • Dad as Mr. Tumnus
  • Mom as the White Witch
  • Sam as a Wardpost or Lampdrobe (a wardrobe with a lamppost inside the doors)
  • Lucy as Lucy
  • Violet as Aslan
OR
  • Dad as Mr. Beaver
  • Mom as Mrs. Beaver
  • Sam as Edmund with Turkish delight
  • Lucy as Lucy
  • Violet as Aslan
OR
  • Dad as the wardrobe
  • Mom as a lamppost
  • Sam as the stone table
  • Lucy as Lucy
  • Violet as Aslan

Lucy said that she doesn't want to be an inanimate object ("I want to be human!") so that last theme won't work. And she will pretty much only consider being Lucy. Perhaps going as inanimate objects from Narnia is too niche, but I love how esoteric it would be. ;) 

I love talking about Narnia books with my kids and we all had a happy time imagining costume possibilities together. Now we just need J to get on board. I doubt I can convince him to be a faun.

Monday, May 24, 2021

To Age Gracefully and Willingly

I've been thinking a lot about age over the past few days. One of my best friends, Rachael, turned forty last week, which has prompted lots of reflection and celebration. Rachael, Carrie, and I went to the MarQueen Hotel to celebrate, as we have all been fully vaccinated - it was the first time I had been in a hotel in over fifteen months due to the pandemic! We took a lot of pictures, although I couldn't help but reflect on how we looked old in the pictures. Not just young moms, but like seasoned moms on a middle-aged "girls" night. Which, in truth, that is what we are: seasoned moms who have been raising our kids together for the past 10+ years.




I'm not even forty yet, but Rachael's birthday (and Carrie's impending 40th birthday) have made be reflective. There is so much that one can accomplish in the first forty years of life, and it also make one wonder what is left in store. And it just so happens that this week other articles about Millenials turning forty came out, stating that it is the "old age of youth" (the term "geriatric Millenials" has gone viral over the past week or so) and that better things happen when one is in their fifties. I guess we'll see how the next decade pans out for me and my friends!

These things about aging were in the back of my mind yesterday, as I was listening to C. S. Lewis's "The Last Battle" on audiobook (read by Patrick Stewart, who did a fantastic performance). I was struck by this quote about Susan Pevensie, who at this time must be in her late teens or twenties:

“Grown-up, indeed,” said the Lady Polly, “I wish [Susan] would grow up. She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now, and she’ll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that way. Her whole idea is to race on to the silliest time of one’s life as quick as she can and then stop there as long as she can.”

This quote has made me think about what period in my life do I want to enjoy the most, and I hope that my answer will continually be "the present." I'd rather not spend time wishing that I was trying to stay at a time in my life that has already passed me by. Of course, I want to keep my body as healthy as possible, but I think that's different from trying to stop myself from aging or wish that I was a different age. I hope that I can be a person who is content about their stage in life and the things that happen to one's body with age. If I'm going to be a seasoned mom of older kids right now, then so be it.

Tuesday, May 18, 2021

Reading Outside

I had this painting by a Swedish artist, Johan Krouthén, saved on my phone lockscreen for the past month. I like the thought of reading outside with my friends in the middle of a forest.

Johan Krouthén, "Three Reading Woman in a Summer Landscape," 1908 (see high-res image)

Outdoor Scenes and Caring for Grandma

About two weeks ago, my grandma woke up and found that she didn't have the strength to stand up on her own. My extended family members - especially my two aunts - have been working hard to figure out solutions to help ensure that Grandma gets the care she needs (and also finding care that can fits within Grandma's financial means). These past two weeks have made me think a lot about caring for the elderly, those who are infirm, and also the things that I want to do to prepare for when I'm older. I hope I will be able to maintain my independence in the years to come, both physically and financially.

These paintings make it seem so lovely and peaceful to care for someone who is old or infirm. I don't think I'll spend much time outdoors when I see my grandma next, but I like these romanticized views nonetheless:

Vasily Polenov, "Grandmother's Garden," 1879. (High-res image)

John Lavery, "Convalescence in the Apple Orchard," 1885

Saturday, May 8, 2021

My May Day Marathon!



Last weekend I ran a marathon! This was a goal that I've wanted to achieve for a long time, but I didn't think it was possible. I always excused myself by saying things like, "My knees can't handle it." But I decided to legitimately train for it and try, and I was able to run it! I didn't do an organized race; I plotted the 26.2 mile route myself and ran it on my own.

Being the great friends that they are, Carrie and Rachael offered to run the race with me. And while I also liked that idea, I realized that it would better for me, mentally, to do the run on my own. They are much faster runners than me, and I knew that I wouldn't enjoy myself as much if I knew that I was slowing them down. By running on my own, I could go at my own pace and also listen to books/music without thinking about whether I was sufficiently socializing along the way.

But Carrie and Rachael still were so supportive and found a lot of ways to make this run special for me. They made countless signs and showed up the night beforehand with a "swag bag" that included a t-shirt, energy bars and snacks, pasta (for carb loading), an inspirational letter, a marathon number tag, and even a 26.2 sticker. They decorated my yard with signs for me to see in the morning, and then stopped five times along the route to cheer me on. They are such great friends, and they really made this day so special for me.


I didn't run a fast marathon: the first third of the run I had a ten minute mile, the second third of the run was an eleven minute mile, and then the last six miles were rough - I was running about a twelve minute mile. But I did it! The time that I felt best on my run was about 14 miles into the run. I was running along the bank of Lake Washington, along a sidewalk that was covered with pink cherry blossom petals. Some of the powerhouse singers that I was listening to at this point in the run were:

  • "(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman" by Aretha Franklin
  • "Listen" by Beyoncé (from the "Dreamgirls" film soundtrack)
  • "Rise Up" by Andra Day
  • "I Have Nothing" by Whitney Houston



J and the kids met me about halfway through my run with signs. And then, not long after I ran the Seward Park loop, I got a call from E that she had her baby that same morning! So at Mile 18 I got a boost by learning that there was a Baby Oliver to love! I knew it was a possibility that E might have her baby that morning, and I had even left her a message earlier in my run, saying that I was running to the beat of the "Oliver" song (from the musical) in my head. It was so exciting to get a call and find that he actually had arrived!



I actually had to end my call with E after several minutes, because I was surprised to run into Carrie and Rachael on the trail - it was their first stop along the route to cheer me on. It was really encouraging to run into them during those last miles, and I was really touched that they waited along the route as I (slowly) progressed.




As I was nearing the last bit of the route, I realized that I was probably going to reach my goal earlier than I thought. I think I must have picked up a little over half a mile by crossing streets and running in a slightly less-linear route sometimes to maintain social distancing. So I ended up calling J and asking him to pick me up at Coulon, because I didn't want to have to run that last leg if I'd already met my goal! Carrie and Rachael also met us at the park, and they kept running with the finish line ahead of me, until I finally hit the 26.2 mark!



Then I immediately got in the car and J drove me home, where the Dinner Group families were waiting to welcome me. They had even made a finish line for me in sidewalk chalk. Even in just sitting in the car for the drive home though, my legs started to cramp up. So when J pulled up to the house and I got out to run across this last finish line, my legs really protested! But I did it!


Carrie had an "MM" medal made for me, which I cherish more than the Inca Virtual Marathon medal that I also earned through "The Conqueror" app (even though the Inca medal is really cool). But I felt so much love on this day, and it was a great kickstart to my birthday celebrations. Rachael even made a chocolate mousse cake, which tasted so good!

And now, I'm recovering from the race. I had to use handrails for the day or two following the race, whcih was expected. I also have had some lower back pain, too. In fact, my lower back was giving me some grief during my taper before the race (I think it was used to the long runs and felt strange when I cut back on mileage). I didn't have any back pain during the race or the following day or two after, but the dull ache came back earlier this week after the race. Yoga and barre exercises have helped a bit. I've gone out on two short runs (1.5 to 2 miles), but my right knee feels a bit achy and my right hip keeps making a clicking pop with each step. So I can tell that I'm not back to normal yet.  I've read that some people say it takes two weeks to recover, whereas others say that the recovery should last as long as the miles of the race (i.e. 26 days).

Now that things are over though, I do feel a little bit unmoored and bereft. Training for this run has been really great for me during this pandemic, because my weeks had structure through the training schedule. And I've felt like I was progressing toward a goal, which was good for me mentally. I don't know what my next goal will be. I don't think I'm going to be a continuous marathon runner; I think half marathons might be more my jam, because the running is still enjoyable for me at that length. Once I get closer to 20 miles, I feel like the experience of running is more about mental endurance than enjoyment of the experience. I'm not sure what kind of training or physical fitness goals are in my future, but I'm sure I'll find something. I know that I'm forward to doing more Zumba, barre and yoga, though, since those were put aside while I did all of my runs. And I look forward to summer bike rides, especially so I can finish earning my Camino de Santiago virtual challenge!

Friday, April 9, 2021

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

 

The kids are on Spring Break this week, and we visited the Tulip Festival as a mid-week activity. I'm so glad that the festival is happening this year. We have gone every year that we have lived here, except last year the festival was completely closed due to Covid. The closures happened just weeks before the festival was supposed to begin, and the farmers really suffered. I'm especially grateful that we could go this year.

I like to go earlier in the festival weeks, so that we can catch the beginnings of the tulips with the outgoing daffodils. There weren't as many tulips open as I hoped (although we did see plenty), but the daffodil fields were fabulous and full of color! 

Every time I see fields of daffodils, I'm reminded of the song "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" that I sang when I was in my first sixth grade choir. This song, inspired by Wordsworth's famous poem, is fun because the music parts "dance" and interplay with each other to create text painting that mimics the dancing of the daffodils in the wind. I still remember my choral part, and Vivian told me recently that she still remembers her part too. I've been searching for weeks to figure out the composer. The song was stuck in my head this afternoon (due to this trip to see the daffodil fields), and I finally figured out the composer from an obscure YouTube video. The version that we sang was by Mary Lynn Lightfoot (and I've been discovering some of her other choral compositions today too, and I really like her work). I ordered the sheet music so I can have a copy. If only our director Mrs. Burke knew that I still remembered the song she taught me over twenty-five years ago!