I don’t think I’ve been documenting it well here, and, um, that’s sort of a good use of a journal, though, not an entertaining use. The it, subject of previous sentence, is a broad pervasive movement towards movement. I’d love to give y’all a glowing recommendation for Mindful Movement, but it’s impractical for, unless I miss my counting toes, 100 percent of y’all due to it’s location. I even had trouble finding it and I’m less than three miles as the crow flies; y’all would need a flock of geese and a road map.
It’s on this road that didn’t exist when I lived here last, was a copse of trees, or, if you’d rather, a chunk of forest with roads truncating the belly, but not the roads that are there now. A brief tangent; this area is good for gewtting a feel for how manifest destiny shaped the landscape. Where it was practical fields were cleared of trees and crops planted; where it wasn’t practical the woods stayed and that sort of is how urban planning went. So it looks like a bi-polar kid gave the town half a haircut. Non creative types who I brought up to the top of the Columbia Gorge would say things like “Can you imagine what this must have looked like to lewis and clark (Oregon trail was a popular “teaching” tool (video game) for the generation right before the millennials). It doesn’t take much imagination. Here with just a dash or two of imagination you can see what things were like before domestication. From a geological standpoint this state is fascinating.
So, yeah, Mindful movement. To finish the stupid map thought, it’s on a road with the very unlikely name “East Lansing Road” which I was sure was a typo when I first read it. When I took the GF there she had the same reaction “When did they put all this back here?” They don’t really do anything that different than any place near you that does similar things (heh, I should write political speechs) they just have a great energy. I mean it’s a yoga, pilates, physical therapy place that also does private sessions. I hate that kind of shit. It’s the energy and personality of the staff that make it different, and that kept me going often enough to get a few things into my very stubborn head about how I move. No, wait, I know, knew, will know, how I move; how to move in a way that hurts less.
I want to say guys in general have a harder time picturing letting hips and pelvis do all the work, but I could be wrong, my back has been screwed up for so long that it feels foreign to maintain posture from hips and pelvis. With those guys that was ninety percent of the work. It seems simple, but 26 years of all the kings doctors, horses, concubines, and they never managed to put this broke ass egg back together again (Why’d they let the horses try to put humpty dumpty back together?). Mindful movement helped me make more progress than more traditional PT (by that I mean —“Here, do this on a machine for a while, I’m going to talk with my peers about last nights game” — Huh. I wanted to be much snarkier but not put too fine a point on it. Most PT I’ve been to could have been written down on a piece of paper with the paper supervising.
I dragged my bike out of the garage, dusted her off, been riding. Um, I got a more appropriate bike for my skill level (A step up assholes, not down) and have a new found disrespect for the cycling industry. They’ve overcomplicated things and have tried hard to bring snobbery to the activity. I’ve been on four hundred mile organized bike tours before — the guy with the rusty huffy passed down from his older sister …? He’s not the guy who is going to have a heart attack on the tour (Someone almost always does, but not the guy on his sister’s rusty huffy). To unsnob my previous sentence, I got a bike better suited to healing my back and the terrain I’ve been riding on. Also, I’m keeping the other one which will go up on a trainer in the winter (a doo-hickey thing a ma bob that lets your wheels spin in space; making a stationary bike out of a real bike) or something to let guests ride with me.
Um, those of you who have my facebook feed know I’ve been posting stupid shit from fitbit. Yeah, I’m a little embarrassed to have such a trendy gadget. I have nothing bad to say about it at all, but I think saying to much good things about it admits to a certain laziness as if what has kept you from being active is not knowing your exact step count. I have no problem with admitting my own laziness, I’m not going to presume yours. I, um, it was, see, ah, peer pressure, yeah, that’s it, peer pressure. And I am not above posting over-the-top accolades from a machine, but neither do I mistake that for motivation. It’s a gadget, it says nice things when you do stuff and is quiet when you don’t, and it keeps stats for you and if you do stuff to try and impress it, well, then, you’ve done stuff! Yay you!
If it said things like “Drop your shoulders a bit … right there, yes! And without moving upper back push out your chest … there you go. Now lean from the hip flexors … imagine your abs lightly wrapped in saran wrap, whoa, wait, too much imagination, just your abs, and just YOUR abs. There you go, you sick, sick puppy. Good job.” Oh. Shit. I started with an If it’s supposed to have a then somewhere. Ok. Then there you go. Yay.
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