You learn something new every day.
“They” say you learn something new every day.
I’ve never learned who the “they” people are.
Today I learned to put the dust bin back in the vacuum cleaner before you start it.
And I learned if you don’t, you’ll probably sneeze. Maybe a lot.
Yesterday I learned you should put the beans in the coffee pot when making coffee. Otherwise, when the coffee is done and you’re so happy because you finally get to have a cup of fresh hot coffee which you’ve had to wait for, like, at least ten minutes for it to brew, you will look in your mug, then you will look in the pot. You will think, What the heck? and you’ll look back at your mug. Finally it will dawn on your decaffeinated Brain that you have: Hot water.
It will be extremely sad and you’ll have to wait another 10 minutes for your coffee. This is also not safe for family members or pets but that’s not news to anyone.
Yesterday one of my BRFF’s whom I shall call, Um, Ursula (which you have to pronounce like this: ERR-sue-lah whether that’s actually right or not, because that’s how I’m pronouncing it and it’s my blog. And I still don’t like Brussels Sprouts so don’t hold your breath for recipes, although if I get the Cajun popcorn recipe I’ll pass it along) learned that if you have spicy shrimp boil with corn on the cob followed by a movie and two tubs of Cajun popcorn and then head out early the next morning to run 9 miles you will probably have a Code Cajun or perhaps a Code Jet Exhaust.
Her running buddy learned to stay slightly ahead of Ursula.
I went riding with Ursula’s hubs and learned some new courses. It was a beautiful morning. We biked through the country roads, trees arching over the roads, pretty country houses set back from the road, lovely cool breeze and a bit of fall starting to scent the air. We hit one spot on Memphis-Arlington Rd that was downhill for at least a mile. I dropped and let Matilda have fun coasting rapidly down. At the bottom I told Mr. Ursula, if he told me we were turning back on this course, I was bagging it and going home! WOW what a stretch, no way I’m strong enough right now to tackle that hill going up!
He told me the first time he took Ursula on the course going uphill he reached the top and could hear her as she ascended. “You *&%% hill what the &*(+ are you thinking you &^%% ‘ing *&^% idiot”. I learned that did not surprise me in the least. Ursula and I can sound quite like the sailor sometimes. We do it on purpose. Then we think we’re just ^%$$ing hilarious.
OH – hey – here’s a good thing to learn. If you’re completely drunk on a Saturday morning about 7:30am and you want to get home, but there’s a bunch of cops in the street directing traffic and letting ladies cross to get to a race start, and you don’t want to stop so you go ahead and hit the gas while aiming for the cop, who fortunately bounces off your bumper and just lands on his butt: about 1,487 cops are going to find your house, put your car on a flat-bed tow truck, take you both downtown, and I bet you are not getting pancakes for breakfast.
I’m learning it’s still a good thing to move slowly and think carefully while paying close attention to what you are doing when you stop your bike while clipped in.
I learned that I will not actually die immediately if I start to topple over but I might hyperventilate.
Oh – another one you might appreciate: If you are sweaty and trying to put on your bike shorts it will take you a couple of minutes to get those suckers pulled up, your HR will be 125 and you can burn about 25 calories! Sweet, eh? I don’t need to actually ride the bike, I just need to put on damp bike shorts. You can learn a lot from a Garmin.
Last week I learned if you’re stressing yourself over something and don’t get to run, you just get more stressed. Brain loves to find an issue and jump on that sucker like it was a blow up trampoline at a 1st grader’s birthday party: JUMP JUMP JUMP
But best of all, on Sunday I learned that you can blow out energy on a bike ride and get as many endorphins stuck to you as you can running.
Sweet! I’m a very lucky person. I can’t indulge my first love right now, but biking came along at just the right time and the joy of being a Newbie is filling the gap nicely.
I’ve been running, off and on, for 30 years. I’ve never experienced a ‘runner’s high’ or endorphin rush – unless I was mistaking it for something else, like the incredible euphoria I felt when my first ever 20 miler was done. I don’t think that was a runner’s high because mostly I just managed to drive home and collapse. I know for certain the ice bath following that 20 miler had nothing to do with any type of physical or emotional high, and I can also assure you that sitting in the bathtub clutching a hot mug of coffee while wearing a sweatshirt is fairly ineffectual while sitting in cold water surrounded by a couple bags of little icebergs from the 7/11.
I’ve tripped lightly and sometimes heavily through the past thirty years, running and then not running, then getting back to it. For the past 10 years I’ve been steady except for the Plantar Fasciitis detour. Some days I don’t want to run, but once I get out there I’m glad I did. Other times I’m ready for a run but it’s not so great. I knew I cherished running but I hadn’t realize how much I’d come to rely on the friendships, the social aspect of the run, the runs by myself as I ironed things out in my mind, loosened up my shoulders, let the troubles slip off – until once again the chance to do so was eluding me. I was certain there is no other activity that could fill the gap not running leaves, and I was once again sad and rather angry to be out of it again. Friends kept encouraging me to bike, I knew I should, I knew it would help, but I knew it wouldn’t be the same. I don’t mean this in an elitist way but I’ve always felt kind of sorry for my running friends who had to turn to biking when injured. Sure, it probably kept them in shape but, still – it wouldn’t, couldn’t be the same as a run.
Sunday morning I got home, tired, sweaty, stinky, ready for a shower and the egg & veggie tortilla wrap I’d spent about the last 1/2 hour of the ride thinking about. Fresh out of the shower, clean and happy, I sat down with my tortilla wrap and the newspaper. I noticed my legs kinda humming a bit, that feeling when you’ve worked out hard and the muscles seem to hum? I checked in with Brain. He was pretty mellow, sitting back, legs crossed, just checking things out. Do you remember Wooly Willy?
You would take the little red magnet and move it underneath the cardboard, smoothing all the iron filings in the same direction, lining them up in designs and directions. That’s what running does for me. It’s the magnet that smooths things out, lines things up, gets Brain all organized and orderly, everything in there aiming in the same direction. And that’s what I learned Sunday: it’s not a loss, it’s a gain. I haven’t lost running, I’ve added biking.
How many times in life have I thought not getting something, not doing something was a loss, and it’s turned out to be for the better? And yet I continue to have to re-learn that.