Michael Jackson's new plastic surgery

I know nothing about Michael Jackson's new plastic surgery, if in fact he has had one. But, see, I thought I'd mention it because I want to get people to read this blog, and maybe people who are putting that into a search engine will find this.
Okay. So mabye I'm using poor MJ. But I'm sure he's had it worse.

Handed in my disseratation proposal today and met with the yoga teacher who is going to run the class. Got a scholarship to attend the Symposium on Yoga Therapy and Research conference in March. Lots is going on and lots is good.

Up, up and... more up

I signed up yesterday to Run The Republicon Feb 24th This 53 story stair climb in Denver to benefit the American Lung Association has climbers tackling the tallest building in the Rocky Mountain west. Which isn't saying all that much, because I think the competition for tallest building in that region comes from, like, Sheridan Wyoming. The tallest building in Colorado Springs has 14 floors. I read that you don't go anaerobic until about floor 30, so I may just have to try to approximate that on the stairmill at the Y or doing sprints or something. But I am planning on hitting that staircase in the near future.

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I invented the hot toddy

I wanted a drink this afternoon when I came home from leading a training in the intelligence assessments WAIS-IV and WMS-IV, for which I am part of the norming sample administration. It was a lot of fun (dork-alert). I wanted a drink when I came home, but it's 17 dark and windy degrees here, so the usual martini wasn't very appealing. I boiled some water thinking I'd make a cup of fruity tea and add in something. Opened the liquor cabinet and saw the high-end made-in-Jamaica rum my parents brought me from Puerto Rico and decided to splash some of that into my cup of hot water. Added a little bit of stevia. Yummy. Out of curiousity I decided to look up what went into a hot toddy. And lo and behold... that is what I had made. Of course, normal people use sugar, not stevia. But don't get so nitpicky.

Joke's on Me

I woke up this morning feeling bloaty and, lo and behold, I weight 1.5 lbs more than I did yesterday morning. I am VERY short, so a pound and a half is a big difference. Pants may not fit so well today. And I feel yuckky.
So this is what you get for rejoicing in others' misery.
I know, I know, it's not real weight gain, it's just the wine or the saltier-than-usual dinner or that final brownie that was supposed to go in the pretty tin as a thank you for my kids' teachers. But still.

Cat woman?

Maybe I look like Jocelyn Wildenstein in this photo. Yes? No?

Happy happy joy joy

I just came back from my children's school musical presenation, which was basically a Christmas extravaganza with a small tip of the hat to diversity in the name of one Chanukkah song. But what do I expect, living in Colorado Springs, land of James Dobson, New Life Church and all that comes with it. In all fairness, this is really a pretty cool town.
I have fallen back in love with the White Stripes Get Behind Me Satan. And not just because it's that time of year.
Someone in my grad program told me that the average woman in the program gains 25 pounds, with a few gaining as much as 50. OUCH. I have been kinda sorta on a diet lately and kinda sorta starting to feel better about myself. I'm not sure whether hearing a statistic like that makes me feel better or worse. I feel better in the sense that I haven't gained as much as everyone else (schadenfreude, perhaps?). But worse that I'm just one of the many. But then again, it is one more reason to grant myself some grace in this area. And keep on working.
Since I've started working out with weights at the Y I am actually starting to feel better. My yoga practice is suffering, because there are only so many hours in the day, and only so many of them that I can spend working out. But I love it, and feel stronger and more toned. Then someone like hot Steph walks in and it all comes crashing down. And I have to start all over again.
I've been thinking about the doorbell.

Rock Canyon Blows

Actually, Rock Canyon rocks. But the wind was blowing at 34 miles per hour for today's 1/2 marathon in Pueblo, CO, which definitely added to the challenge. Not quite as challenging as last year, when there were 6 inches of ice and snow pack on the trail and there was a race day blizzard. Finished today in 2:03, which is far off my PR (1:47) and not even a good average time for me these days. But what the heck. Another 13.1 miles under my belt. Good fun.