Today I am 42 years old.
To celebrate, I will go to 6:30 am yoga, take my kids to swim lessons, meet with my statistician for more Finding Om number crunching, return a dented $70 garbage can and take the kids back to school shopping (they go back to school August 14th!! Crazy!!). We may go back to the pool if it isn't raining, and then we will go out to dinner. Thai or Japanese. Haven't decided yet.
Oh yeah. And I'll read my horoscope.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
I don't suck!!!
Ran the 10k this morning in 50:40 (clock time-- don't know what my chip time is but probably roughly the same). That translates to 8:09/mile. Wow!! I am totally psyched about that. I was just hoping to do around 9 mins/mile!
This particular 10k is a point to point course, so before I went to the starting line I locked my bike up at the finish line so I could ride it back to the car. Fun, and felt good. For a total bonus there was a farmer's market just up the road from the car, and I had $20 to burn. I'm such a sucker for farmer's markets. I have more fruit at home than I know what to do with. Well, eat it of course, but I hope we can get through it before it goes bad. There's always cobbler, I guess.
Speaking of which, when I went to Baptiste Teacher Training Bootcamp the cooks there made the most incredible raw food desserts and one was blueberry cobbler. Haven't been able to find a recipe for that since. Any ideas?
This particular 10k is a point to point course, so before I went to the starting line I locked my bike up at the finish line so I could ride it back to the car. Fun, and felt good. For a total bonus there was a farmer's market just up the road from the car, and I had $20 to burn. I'm such a sucker for farmer's markets. I have more fruit at home than I know what to do with. Well, eat it of course, but I hope we can get through it before it goes bad. There's always cobbler, I guess.
Speaking of which, when I went to Baptiste Teacher Training Bootcamp the cooks there made the most incredible raw food desserts and one was blueberry cobbler. Haven't been able to find a recipe for that since. Any ideas?
Friday, July 25, 2008
Forearm Balance and a 10K
Last night I went to my new favorite Dharma Mittra style yoga class taught by a great guy whom Dharma himself renamed Sadhu Om (but we don't have to call him that). When I mentioned that in India Sadhus are supposedly holy men but look a lot like naked crazy homeless people the Colorado Sadhu seemed pretty unconcerned. Anyway...
Last night in class was this nice but show-offy yoga guy who definitely brings a spirit of competition into the room. Or maybe it's just me trying to do all the asanas as well as he does. They say if you ride your bicycle with other people you become a better cyclist because you push yourself harder. Does that apply in yoga? In any case, I did some BEAUTIFUL forearm balances. Even Mr. I'm So Great commented on them. Fine, fine, I'm talking ego. Let those who live in glass houses throw the first stone-- by which I mean, oh please, tell me that you have no ego at all involved in your practice. I do try to keep it out but... there it always comes back again. While I'm bragging, I did a pretty nice bird of paradise on one side, too. Those are really hard for me because I don't have the openness in my chest, shoulders or hamstrings.
On that note, I am running a 10k tomorrow morning. It's not a hard race for a change, which will be a welcome relief. I am going to try and push myself to go fast, but we'll see how that goes. All of my mental energy is going toward getting my dissertation done and ready for defense on Sept 12th and I don't really have any give-a-shitness left over for my running times. It is kind of liberating.
Last night in class was this nice but show-offy yoga guy who definitely brings a spirit of competition into the room. Or maybe it's just me trying to do all the asanas as well as he does. They say if you ride your bicycle with other people you become a better cyclist because you push yourself harder. Does that apply in yoga? In any case, I did some BEAUTIFUL forearm balances. Even Mr. I'm So Great commented on them. Fine, fine, I'm talking ego. Let those who live in glass houses throw the first stone-- by which I mean, oh please, tell me that you have no ego at all involved in your practice. I do try to keep it out but... there it always comes back again. While I'm bragging, I did a pretty nice bird of paradise on one side, too. Those are really hard for me because I don't have the openness in my chest, shoulders or hamstrings.
On that note, I am running a 10k tomorrow morning. It's not a hard race for a change, which will be a welcome relief. I am going to try and push myself to go fast, but we'll see how that goes. All of my mental energy is going toward getting my dissertation done and ready for defense on Sept 12th and I don't really have any give-a-shitness left over for my running times. It is kind of liberating.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Finding Om worked!!!!!!
Met with my statistician today, who also happens to be the interim president of the fine school from which I am obtaining my PsyD. Guess what?
MY RESULTS ARE STATISTICALLY SIGNIFICANT!!!!!!!
From my dissertation draft (all rights reserved or Yoga Chickie will come after your asana):
"The main finding using a pre and post paired sample t test was that at the end of the 10 weeks of Finding Om the mean number of objective binge episodes had dropped from 4.75 (SD = 2.34) as reported pre-intervention to 1.95 (SD = 2.18) binges per week, with 2 participants reporting having eliminated binges completely (range 0-7, median = 1.5). This difference is significant (t = 5.78, df = 9, p < .001).
These results stayed stable and in fact improved at an 8 week informal follow up. Eighty percent of participants responded to an email query asking how many times they were bingeing and practicing yoga per week. At 8 weeks post-intervention, binge rate had fallen to a mean of 1.2 per week (range = 0-5, median = 0.4). A one-way repeated measures ANOVA found a significant difference in the number of objective binge incidents pre intervention, post intervention and at 8-week follow up (F (1,7) = 13.96, p = .007)."
What does that mean? That there is a one in 1,000 probability that I could have obtained these results based on chance alone for the pre to post intervention figures, and a 7/1000 probability that I could have gotten them on chance alone for the followup figures.
It worked. Yahoo. Despite the fact that my statistician is also the acting president, around whom one might want to show some level of decorum, I did a happy dance all around his office.
Yay. Hooray. I did it. They did it. We did it.
MY RESULTS ARE STATISTICALLY SIGNIFICANT!!!!!!!
From my dissertation draft (all rights reserved or Yoga Chickie will come after your asana):
"The main finding using a pre and post paired sample t test was that at the end of the 10 weeks of Finding Om the mean number of objective binge episodes had dropped from 4.75 (SD = 2.34) as reported pre-intervention to 1.95 (SD = 2.18) binges per week, with 2 participants reporting having eliminated binges completely (range 0-7, median = 1.5). This difference is significant (t = 5.78, df = 9, p < .001).
These results stayed stable and in fact improved at an 8 week informal follow up. Eighty percent of participants responded to an email query asking how many times they were bingeing and practicing yoga per week. At 8 weeks post-intervention, binge rate had fallen to a mean of 1.2 per week (range = 0-5, median = 0.4). A one-way repeated measures ANOVA found a significant difference in the number of objective binge incidents pre intervention, post intervention and at 8-week follow up (F (1,7) = 13.96, p = .007)."
What does that mean? That there is a one in 1,000 probability that I could have obtained these results based on chance alone for the pre to post intervention figures, and a 7/1000 probability that I could have gotten them on chance alone for the followup figures.
It worked. Yahoo. Despite the fact that my statistician is also the acting president, around whom one might want to show some level of decorum, I did a happy dance all around his office.
Yay. Hooray. I did it. They did it. We did it.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Camp Nurse
I posted a topic for the post I must have been planning to write but got distracted and never wrote it. So here it is with a new title.
Genogirl went to sleepover camp last Sunday, and will stay there until Sunday July 27th. During that time she will be getting her shots from the camp nurse. Of all the things about camp, this was the one that was making her the most nervous. Her fear that she would be the only kid on meds was assuaged when she saw the length of the meds line at camp dropoff. And when I said that she is on Genotropin, the nurse said "oh, someone else is on this, too." Normalization is a good thing.
I wonder how it is going for her. Not too traumatically, I supposed, because I haven't heard from her about it yet.
Genogirl went to sleepover camp last Sunday, and will stay there until Sunday July 27th. During that time she will be getting her shots from the camp nurse. Of all the things about camp, this was the one that was making her the most nervous. Her fear that she would be the only kid on meds was assuaged when she saw the length of the meds line at camp dropoff. And when I said that she is on Genotropin, the nurse said "oh, someone else is on this, too." Normalization is a good thing.
I wonder how it is going for her. Not too traumatically, I supposed, because I haven't heard from her about it yet.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
I touch myself
I finally broke down and got a mammogram. This should have been my third but instead it was my first.
Less unpleasant than I had feared, but certainly not enjoyable. Especially because she had to redo the right one twice. Good thing for yoga breathing, because that definitely kept the whole situation a lot more under control.
Now my breasts feel... manhandled, dare I say, but not in a good way.
I keep touching them because I feel like I need to coax them back into place or comfort them or something. The problem is I keep doing it in public. I must look like some sort of pervert. This might be a good time to practice mindfulness.
Less unpleasant than I had feared, but certainly not enjoyable. Especially because she had to redo the right one twice. Good thing for yoga breathing, because that definitely kept the whole situation a lot more under control.
Now my breasts feel... manhandled, dare I say, but not in a good way.
I keep touching them because I feel like I need to coax them back into place or comfort them or something. The problem is I keep doing it in public. I must look like some sort of pervert. This might be a good time to practice mindfulness.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Beauty all around me
I went for a bike ride in the stunning Garden of the Gods this morning. Always hard, always beautiful. I was very cognizant of how lucky I am to live in such a gorgeous place.
I thought of my mother-in-law (blessed be her memory), who lived a very provincial life, despite spending most of her life an hour from Philly and a short stint in Chicago. Her 2001 visit to us here in Colorado Springs was the only trip she had ever taken out west, and she spent much of the time declaring, in an almost angry voice, "I hope people who live here appreciate this place." I assured her that, although not a native, I certainly appreciate it.
I still do. Very much so.
I thought of my mother-in-law (blessed be her memory), who lived a very provincial life, despite spending most of her life an hour from Philly and a short stint in Chicago. Her 2001 visit to us here in Colorado Springs was the only trip she had ever taken out west, and she spent much of the time declaring, in an almost angry voice, "I hope people who live here appreciate this place." I assured her that, although not a native, I certainly appreciate it.
I still do. Very much so.
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