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Maybe I Was Born to Run

by Holly
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Personal productivity experts say that one of the best ways to help you achieve your goals is first to put them in writing and then to share your plans with others. So, that’s exactly what I’m doing, right here and right now. I am going to start running.

I had pretty much written this off a no-go quite a few years ago, remembering how silly I looked running (or so I was told) as a child, and later as a teen. With my legs flapping and my arms flopping, I too believed it wasn’t a pretty sight. No big deal though; I had plenty of other activities to occupy my hours and never gave running a second thought.

Exercise has never really been my thing–that is, until I discovered yoga back in 1994. Heart-thumping, liberating, acrobatic, and introspective all at once, this package deal clicked with me and my long limbs right away. I quickly subscribed to its noncompetitive spirit and never looked back.

However, my body is calling out for some cardio–and my soul is begging for more time outdoors. I enjoy my alone time, like listening to eclectic music, and am inspired to introduce another healthy habit into my life. I need balance. So what if I have floppy arms? So what if my stride makes me look like I am hopping over puddles?

“You achieve much once you stop telling yourself you can’t do things.”
                                                                                  — Elizabeth Kadetsky

Here I go. I’ll start this weekend; one foot in front of the other, one minute at a time. Cool Running has a Couch to 5K running program for raw beginners. In two months–with a commitment of training just three times per week–I should be able to run a 5K (that’s just over 3 miles for those of us who never really learned the metric system) by the beginning of October. Just as the air starts to develop its New England crisp and the leaves begin to change colors. All the more reason to be outside.

I’ve satisfied the productivity experts by declaring my plans. Next, it’s time to answer to the fitness pros and register for a race. My favorite part of this assignment is that so many of them are tied to some sort of charity or nonprofit cause. So, pick your platform and let that serve as motivation and inspiration to kick butt.

The plan:

  • Get fitted for a new pair of sneakers from the pros at Marathon Sports. Resist the nagging temptation to purchase a heart rate monitor or a cute running skirt.
  • Take a nice, long walk in my new sneakers to break them in. Load up the mp3 player with some good, rollicking music.
  • Sign up for an upcoming 5K run/walk. (I’m eyeing one in my old neighborhood that benefits the Travis Roy Foundation; I wish the Boston Race for the Cure was a bit later!)
  • Begin the Couch to 5K program, starting with 60 seconds of jogging followed by 90 seconds of walking, for a total of 20 minutes.
  • Keep at it–three times a week for the next two months, along with twice weekly yoga.
  • Celebrate!

Can I do it? Of course I can. Not only am I really looking forward to spending more time outdoors–and getting in better shape–but I’m excited to carve out this additional 90 minutes per week to do some additional mental housekeeping. To-do lists, goals lists, daydreaming, story ideas, more daydreaming . . . bring it on. 

You can do it!

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© 2009 Good Karma Housekeeping. Making the space–mentally and physically–to live happily ever after. (These two photo copyrights are not my own–though I wish I could claim them. Don’t you just love that dog face?)

Luck Be a Lady(bug)

by Holly

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How many times has a bug landed on you and you just swatted it away without thinking twice? Or do you–like me–discriminate against certain bugs? (Spiders: bad. Ladybugs: good.)

If a ladybug lands on you it is considered to be good luck. And that little ladybug that landed on my right ankle this afternoon got me thinking about all the times I’ve found myself swatting away people. (Literally, not figuratively–of course.) Who are you? Where’d you come from? You’re not a part of the plan. Shoo.

What would happen if I turned that perspective around and considered it a small stroke of luck each time a new person crossed my path? No, not every one of these people needs to play a starring role–or even a protagonistic role. But more and more so, I’m starting to realize that every one and every thing is here for a reason. Perhaps it’s to inspire me in some way. Or he or she references a band that becomes a new favorite. Or challenges me. Maybe he or she simply offers up a kind smile or a good laugh when it’s most needed.

It is also possible that I might be the one who has something to offer that person. There’s no telling, really, what the reason for the encounter may be. Perhaps hindsight will offer up a few clues. But more often than not, these people come and go in our lives with no more than a second’s thought.

I am certain, however, that the more often I make an effort to see the good fortune, the more likely I am to hit the jackpot.

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© 2009 Good Karma Housekeeping. Making the space–mentally and physically–to live happily ever after. (Ladybug photo from Alex Bruda @ stock.xchng)

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Road Rage Is Mental Clutter

by Holly

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I’ve been thinking a lot about bicycling lately. Mostly because I recently helped out my brother who was competing in a 12-hour mountain bike race, but also because I’ve noticed myself experiencing road rage toward the cyclists with whom I share the road.

Me? Road rage? What’s that all about? I’m a nice person. I’m all for the environment and eco-friendly actions. Why so hostile? Truth be told, I’m afraid of hitting one of them with my car. Terrified. Their elbow hitting my sideview mirror; them taking a spill, me veering to avoid catastrophe. Or worse–a right-hand turn, bad timing, and a catapulting body. Broken bones and ambulances.

So, when I’m driving beside a cyclist and trying to pass them so that I can get where I need to be a minute faster, I curse them. Stupid bike people and your stupid shorts and stupid helmets. Get the *#$&  out of my way. Occasionally, I displace some of my vitriol on the state, wishing our narrow New England roads had bike lanes or that there were fewer cars on the road. But it’s usually the former.

As a corporate communicator, I’m always encouraging writers to put themselves in the recipient’s shoes. How does the cyclist feel sandwiched between an SUV and a curb? Is he worried about his safety? Cursing at the cars on the road? Using that information, is there a better way to approach the situation?

Instead of thinking angry thoughts, why not try something more kind and affirmative. Something like: “Hey there, biker person. Look at you doing good for the environment–and your health. Way to go! Hope your travels are happy and safe. Please don’t forget to use your hand signals, okay? Take care!”

I never curse all those roadkill squirrels for being so dumb as to run out into traffic. Instead I name them and offer up a little silent eulogy. So, how about a few kind words for that guy riding his bike down School Street with all the cars?

The thoughts that fill our heads are not unlike the contents of the hallway closet. Keep things orderly and all is well. But once things start to get out of control, everything else goes sour. A little mindfulness will take care of that.

What sets you reeling on a tirade of negative thoughts? What quick fix can you make to turn around your perspective on the situation?

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© 2009 Good Karma Housekeeping. Making the space–mentally and physically–to live happily ever after. (Image from National Lampoon’s European Vacation. Say it with me now: Rrrrrrusty.)


Old News Is Good News

by Holly

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I enjoy perusing magazines–so much so that I kind of don’t loathe waiting around at the dentist office or the Jiffy Lube or whatnot. Doesn’t matter if it’s Family Circle or Family Dog. Mother Earth or Mother Jones. I find them all interesting. However, once I’m done with a magazine, I’m done. Finished. That’s why waiting rooms are so great. I can leave the magazines right where I found them, keeping the clutter out of my home.

Nevertheless, the car and I are pretty healthy, so I don’t spend that much time in waiting rooms. But I have subscribed to more than a few magazines over the years, most of which I’ve just been stacking up and up on my bookshelves.

So, why was I holding on to all of these old magazines? Did I really need to fill my bookshelves with their colorful spines all facing outward as if to say, “Look at me–and look at my titles! Aren’t I well-fed, well-versed, flexible, well-adjusted, worldly, wine-savvy, and stylish?” (Amazon.com, by the way, offers some unbeatable prices on magazine subscriptions.)

What to do, what to do . . .

Why not send them back to the waiting room? A woman from the Brighton-Allston Mental Health Association got in touch with me through my Craigslist posting looking for a new home for my old magazines. Being a private, nonprofit organization, money is tight–and waiting room niceties, like magazines, are a bit of a luxury. The facility serves a low-income demographic and likes to let its clients take home a magazine if they wish. Sounds like my old magazines will indeed be put to good use.

So, what do you all do with your old magazines? Are they accessorizing your bookshelves, too? Have you read them all? Ever refer back to them? Still have your copies of Sassy from 1988? Please, do tell.

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© 2009 Good Karma Housekeeping. Because less really is more.


Travel Utensils: Not Just for Weirdos

by Holly

While in college, I briefly dated this guy who carried his own set of chopsticks. I can still remember diving into our take-out containers, my girlfriends and I all watching as he unceremoniously removed those glossy red sticks from his messenger bag. The most outspoken of the bunch asked him why, point blank, did he carry his own chopsticks. The tone of her inquiry rang out weirdo alert, weirdo alert. Admittedly, I agreed. (Forgive me; it was the mid-1990s and I was just a wee twentysomething.)

“Because I never know when I’ll need them,” he replied in earnest.

Fast-forward a dozen-plus years . . . to today. I’m sitting in the Upper Crust, taking a little time out of my busy day to keep the staycacation vibe going by treating myself to lunch outside of the office. (I had a buy one slice, get one free coupon, so this was a budget friendly splurge. Plus, a girl needs to eat.) I had forgotten how big and floppy their by-the-slice pizza could be. The type of pie where you’re wise to fork-and-knife it at least halfway up. Especially when you’re wearing a white jacket and a light-colored blouse.

Reluctantly, I picked up a plastic fork and knife along with my paper napkins. And because I was really thirsty–and forgot my water bottle back at the office–I poured myself some water in a plastic cup. Other than wishing I hadn’t forgotten my water bottle, my first thought was, I sure wish I had some travel utensils so I didn’t have to rely on the disposable stuff.

Pot? Kettle? Yes, indeed.

Truth be told, my handbag is heavy enough without adding a fork, knife, and spoon to the mix. But it just seems so wasteful to pitch the plastic. Perhaps if it were recyclable, I’d feel a little bit better. Fortunately, I’m not often faced with a need for plastic utensils. I have my own set of stainless at work (along with my mug, plate, and bowl). But for those rare occasions, I think this would be a pretty easy switch. It’s the type of thing I could even just stash in the glove compartment. I’m much more likely to use a fork than I am that tire pressure gauge.

A few days ago, Simple Savvy posted a cool tutorial on how to make your own utensil set. How neat, I thought–until I saw how much sewing was involved. But there’s nothing keeping me from rolling a fork, knife, and spoon in a cloth napkin, tying it up, and carrying it with me next time I find myself faced with a big, floppy slice of pie.

N.B. I brought the plastic utensils home for washing and reuse, and the cup for recycling; only used three paper napkins; and managed not to get a drop on my clothes. Go me.

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© 2009 Good Karma Housekeeping. Because less really is more.

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