Workout Week #2

Progress Report

By the Number

I took off last Sunday because I was busy and also I didn’t want to work out!  I’m okay with that, especially since what worried me was:  if I take a day off, will I ever get back to working out?  Thankfully, this week the answer was yes!

I used the 7 Minute Workout on Monday, Tuesday, and Saturday. The other days, I counted myself has having worked out if I walked over 10,000 steps in New York City.  I definitely exceeded that goal, since I walked 16,660 steps on Tuesday, 13,700 steps on Wednesday, and 16, 470 steps on Friday.

By My Feelings

I feel okay, I guess.  It feels a bit like a cheat week, since it is easy to be tired and muscle-sore from walking around a cool city and doing amazing things.  It’s a lot harder to work up the motivation to jump around in my bedroom for even a few minutes.  This next week will be the real test!

Goals for Next Week

I’m challenging myself to do the 7 Minute Workout twice a day at least four days this week.  I got to that point at the end of the first week, so it seems pretty reasonable.  And while the majority of this whole deal is to make me feel like I’m being proactive about my health, I would like to actually see some results, aka lost weight and added strength.  I have a feeling I have to work out for longer than seven minutes for that to substantially happen.

Dinner with Persephone by Patricia Storace

51bQ2iwdmPLA travel memoir about a woman who lives in Athens for a year?  How could I pass that up?

Fortunately, if I ever write a memoir about MY year in Athens, it will be distinctly different in feel and tone.  Storace is almost to poetic in her language for my taste – instead of describing where she’s going or who she’s hanging out with, she jumps over the details in order to describe general trends and observations.  Which are totally interesting, don’t get me wrong.  But it doesn’t actually feel like a travel memoir.  Instead, it’s something more like an emotional evaluation of Greece – past, present, and future.   Continue reading

How I Attended Seth Meyer’s Monologue Rehearsal at NBC Studios

Mom and I were leaving the NBC gift shop when a woman approached us.  “Would you like to see Seth Meyers?” she asked.

“Um, what?” I said, very eloquently.

“We need people to participate in his monologue rehearsal.  It’s just forty people or so.   You’ll meet the writing staff and Seth Meyers – it’s very intimate.  I have three spots left.”

“Is it free?” Mom asked, very practically.

“Yes!  You can show up or not, it’s totally up to you.”

Mom and I exchanged a look.  Her eyes seemed to say, please choose, I don’t know enough about what is going on.  I answered the NBC worker, “Sure.  Thanks.”

As we walked away, Mom asked, “Who is Seth Meyers?”   Continue reading

Letters Between Friends: Q&A

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Last week Lindsay asked me some questions, and I commented my answers.  This week I asked her some…weirder questions!  Check it out on her blog, Wild Ginger!

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I Can Die In Peace, Because I Saw Hamilton on Broadway

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I don’t even!  Know!  Where to begin.  Half of me feels very centered and calm, like I could die because life has given me its greatest gift:  seeing Hamilton on Broadway with its original cast.  The other half of me wants to spin in circles shouting into the sky because life has given me its greatest gift:  seeing Hamilton on Broadway with its original cast.

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At this point in the day, Mom’s excitement is a little bit forced.  By the end, she was fangirling hard.

Our hotel is a three minute walk (turn right on 46th) from Richard Rodgers Theatre, so it was a Hamilton kind of day.  We walked past at noon, and I tried to control an intense wave of envy when we saw the lucky 21 lottery winners who would be seeing the matinee in just two hours.  But we had back-row seats for the night’s performance, so I swallowed my jealousy and followed my mom around other, less important areas of New York City.

We were back at the theater at 4:30.  I wanted to be early for #ham4ham, which began at 5:55.  Ridiculously early, but serendipitous.  I asked a woman standing by a barricade if she was in line for the lottery, and she said no, the matinee was about to let out, and this was where the cast came out to sign autographs.  “Okay then,” I said, claiming a front row spot in front of the door.   Continue reading

How I Got Tickets to See Hamilton on Broadway

[Editor’s Note:  If at any point while reading this you think, Wow, she’s a spoiled brat, you are correct.]

Yesterday I discussed the process my mom and I went through as we planned to come to NYC (we’re here now!).  I’ll be honest:  I’m always up for a trip, but I wasn’t super excited about going to NYC again (my mom and I went for a few days in July 2010).  The fact that it will be the Christmas season was definitely a bonus, but still, my passion level was at about a 6 out of 10.

AND THEN.  A few days later, I discovered the musical Hamilton, and if you’ve been paying attention to this blog at all, the rest is history.

My brain quickly put together:  Hamilton is on Broadway, and Broadway is in NYC.  Suddenly the trip was a 10 out of 10.  I immediately looked at their website, and my passion plummeted to a 0.  They were sold out.  For months.

This roller coaster of emotion continued.  I discovered #ham4ham, a lottery in which Lin-Manuel Miranda and cast perform a little bit to street crowds, then offer 21 front row tickets in a raffle – if you win, you pay $10 (because Hamilton is on the bill).  Awesome!, I thought.  Until I read on and saw that every single day, an average of 700 people show up to put their names in the raffle.  I calculated our odds to be .003%.  Noooo.   Continue reading

Off to NYC!

When your mom says she wants to take you on a mother/daughter trip to New York City, the answer should always be Yes.

Of course, it wasn’t quite that simple.

Several times, my mom mentioned wanting to go to NYC together before I leave for Greece, and every time I said sure, okay.  But she kept asking, so I became more certain that the trip would not happen.  You see, my mom and I plan very differently.  I operate on gut instincts, and when I say I will go somewhere, it’s a done deal, and the rest (travel, lodging, etc) will follow after.  My mom likes to think things through for a while before committing.  She interpreted my immediate yes as me flippantly agreeing, and I interpreted her waiting as her not really being interested.  Thankfully, we avoided the perils of miscommunication this time and after a couple weeks of awkward conversations, we bought our plane tickets (unlike the 2014 $999 trip to Ireland that included airfare, car rental, and four nights in castles, but I’m not still hung up on that or anything)!

And what tickets.  I found us seats on Southwest: $40 going and $110 coming back.  Let me repeat that:  we’re flying from Chicago to NYC in December, two people, for a total of $300.  On top of that, I had an $80 credit from the flight I cancelled during #32DaysInMyCar, so we only spent $220 combined.   Continue reading

The Rest of Us Just Live Here by Patrick Ness

nessI really enjoyed this book – a satire on all the “Chosen One” YA books, where teenage angst is explained via the metaphor of soul-eating ghosts or romantic vampires.  In The Rest of Us Just Live Here, it’s only the indie kids who have to deal with the supernatural:  Mikey and his friends are struggling to survive their very realistic ordeals:  anxiety attacks and OCD compulsions, eating disorders, overbearing parents, and….okay, so Jared isn’t so normal.  He’s a gay God of the Cats, and he is awesome.

Ness starts each chapter with a summary of what crazy shenanigans the indie kids are getting up to–what the plot of a stereotypical YA book would be.  For instance, Chapter 7 begins:

Chapter the seventh, in which Satchel and the rest of the indie kids share their grief for Kerouac by throwing stones soulfully into a nearby lake; wandering off on her own, Satchel takes the amulet in her hand and has a vision of the single most handsome boy she’s ever seen in her life; Dylan, finding her, takes the opportunity to kiss her, and though his lips taste of honey and vegan patchouli, she pushes him away, revealing what the amulet told her; “The Immortals are here,” she says.

And then the chapter is actually about Mikey visiting his grandma in a nursing home and coping with the fact that Alzheimer’s is horrifying.  It’s a neat set-up, where every once in a while Satchel will stumble through the main plot on her wild quest, but Mikey, Meredith, Henna, and Jared are unconcerned.  They’ve got their own issues to deal with.

Mikey’s family is really something special (in the YA world).  I loved the depth of their dysfunction.  His dad is a barely functioning alcoholic, his mom is an ambitious politician, his older sister died for three minutes after her anorexia put her into cardiac arrest, and his younger sister is obsessed with boy bands.  Mikey himself has an anxiety disorder.  I really loved that, although there were hints of his parent’s underlying love for him, relationships weren’t resolved tidily by the end of the book.  The best thing for him really is to leave for college and put some distance between himself and his parents.

I also loved how Ness dealt with Mikey’s anxiety.  It was crushing to see him get trapped in loops of washing his hands.  It was reassuring to see his friends help him in his moments of weakness.  And (especially as a counselor) it was awesome to see him admit he needed professional help and started seeing a therapist.

I really enjoyed The Rest of Us Just Live Here.  It was a great reminder that even those without cosmic responsibility have an important life….and that if you’re ever going to have a character who is a minor deity, he should always be a God of Cats.   Continue reading

Christmas Hymns

I was in a bad mood at church yesterday, and singing “O Come, All Ye Faithful” didn’t help.  It should be ‘come all you doubtful, stumbling and hesitant’ not ‘come all you faithful, joyful and triumphant,’ I thought bitterly.  I have so little patience with the reality that some people are confident and happy in moments when I am not.

But we followed the bright song with “O Come, O Come Emmanuel,” which is my all-time, constant favorite Christmas hymn.  Its minor chords instantly put a smile on my face, and I remembered that Christmas is a pretty dark holiday.  There is joy, definitely, in the fact that the God who created everything decided to become human to love us more intimately.  But our celebration of Christmas is also about the longing of Israel 2,000 years ago for a savior, mirrored in our current longing for a returned savior – for the end of all this corruption and pain and half-answered prayers.  Continue reading

TEN YEARS AGO…Chicago Photography Field Trip

I’m trying something different this week.  Instead of writing my response at the end of the post, I’m going to insert comments into the piece itself [TODAY: like this].  Hopefully this will flow a little better!


TEN YEARS AGO

Wednesday, December 7, 2005

It was a grand (but cold) day in the Windy City.  Seriously…I had so much fun.  Michelle and Jill are great people to wander Chicago with. [TODAY: When I was in Chicago with Kelly a couple weeks ago, I told her all about this field trip!  I didn’t realize that it had been exactly ten years…cute.]

The three hour ride up was less than thrilling.  We watched various Will Farrell stuff, and that was funny, but it got a little long.  [TODAY: Cue pretentiousness.]  Then we arrived at Navy Pier, where we (M, J, and Julia) ate lunch, took some pictures, and shopped a bit.  At first it felt really weird carrying a camera around my neck, but I got used to it.  It helped that there were 50 other kids in the near vicinity doing the same thing.

Around one we went to the art institute, which wasn’t very exciting at first, because we (M and J) didn’t know where to go.  So we headed to the cafe and ate a brownie.  [TODAY:  Hahaha, when in doubt – EAT!]  Eventually we found a section of paintings, which I really liked.  And it was even cooler because there were students there painting…paintings.  We took a couple pictures of that.  Then we walked over to Millennium Park and took pictures of crazy art forms, people, and ice skating.  It was freezing.  I ended up wearing a hat, it was so cold.  Crazy. [TODAY:  lol, this is an incredibly strange comment to make, but you just have to know I hate how I look wearing a hat, so it really was a big deal.]   Continue reading