Kettlebells and Commitment

I was learning how to swing a kettlebell last night at the Inner Circle Gym. It was exciting to learn something new and I realized that when using the correct technique to engage the right muscles and protect my back, I could safely swing a 35lb kettlebell. In my pride and fervor, I asked Adam (the teacher) how I should approach kettlebell swings when they were next included in one of the circuit classes I attend. He paused, then said, “Well, you wouldn’t want that to be the next time you swing the kettlebell. You would want to practice for a while first.”

I nodded, but inside I was not happy. Recognizing that reaction, I realized that I am at a crossroads in this fitness adventure. My goal has been to attend two circuit classes a week until it is an ingrained habit. I have done so for two and a half months. But practicing with a kettlebell would mean time outside of the circuit class. Practicing with a kettlebell would mean more commitment.

And that’s when I said to myself, “What am I doing here? Do I really want to do this? Do I want to be fit or am I just playing at being fit?”

I’m not trying to judge myself, but the reality is, if I want to swing a kettlebell during circuit, I need to face additional commitment as well as my food addiction. The circuit classes have gotten me a long way, but being able to add the swings means that some of the time I devote to eating and relaxation will need to be budgeted elsewhere.

I think I’m ready. But I’m not necessarily happy about it. More determined than happy, I think.

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My Attempt at a Scary Poem

The Urge

By Nicole Villacres

On the brink of the abyss,
Comes an impulsive desire to step off, to leap;
To taste the grip of a freefall kiss;
The fatal end, your regret, yours to keep.

What is this urge, this evil need?
Common sense it will not heed.
It winks at death; fear can’t impede.

On the edge of a busy street
It grips again, this death wish fleeting
To step into traffic, head on to meet
The bus, the car, the semi speeding.

Our darker side that seeks our end,
A small resist and the urge will bend.
Beware the need, lest your life it rend.

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People are Cool

I listen to podcasts. I like hearing about other people’s lives and experiences. What’s fun about podcasts, too, though is that you usually can interact a bit with the podcasters. I think that’s pretty neat. It reminds me of the days of the telegraph or the ham radios when you could actually interact and converse with people thousands of miles away. It’s amazing really!

One of my favorite podcasts is “Lula’s a Pubcast” with two gents, friends, one of which is the owner are bartender at Lula’s in Wilmington, NC. It turns out that Bryan (the bartender) is also an artist–a really good one. He offered to do drunken doodles for the first ten folks to email them. I landed on the list. Today, I downloaded the podcast and got to see my doodle. It’s great! I have wings! Which is actually a real encouragement to me because I’m searching these days for the right path for my future, spiritually, artistically and career-wise. This has left me feeling a little unsure of things. But knowing that I have wings and that I’m flying right by just having faith in God’s providence and love has lifted my spirits.

Thanks, Bryan and Jim!

(Please have Candace on again…she’s was perfect!)

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Thrown out back

Apparently, weeding is a lot of work. You wouldn’t think it by just getting down in the grass with your weeding tool and going at it. It’s an instant gratificaiton kind of job. In a relatively short period of time, you’ve burned some calories and cleared your lawn of pesky, yellow intruders.

I was doing fine until I bent over and picked up my 15 lb cat. My back siezed up and I quickly put him down. Not good. So not good.

But it’s better today. Next time there will be a lot of stretching and warming up before the weeding! I guess that’s true of any endeavor. We can’t just jump into things unless we’re into learning the hard way. Planning things out never hurt a thing.

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Haiku #12

The night is windy,
filled with change and energy.
It mirrors my life.

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Haiku 11

Set my hands to work
on tasks needing done at home.
A cure for boredom.

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Haiku 10

Draw, act, write, direct,
Sing; I want to do them all.
Someone defib me.

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Haiku 9

Wind moves through the leaves;
The tree knows its own cadence.
What is my rhythm?

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Haiku 8

A dreaded event
steals the day with its presence.
Freedom comes with time.

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Haiku 7

Grasping hands unseen
Pull at a quiet mind’s rest;
Waking dispels fear.

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