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So it’s been so long since I updated that my browser forgot my saved WordPress login. That’s not a good sign.

I guess I’m still getting into this whole blogging thing. There have been so many interesting things going on lately, but I find myself without anything too insightful to say about them–I reader other writers’ work and I agree, or I disagree in a minor way, but I don’t find myself inspired to write a whole post about it. That will come, I suppose, with time and practice. In the meantime, my apologies to anyone who’s clicked over here.

In other news, I am DONE with spring semester. I had my last final on Friday. I’m almost done with my pilates instructor training, too. I’ve also recently started commuting to work by bicycle, along a very busy road (I know this is unsafe and kind of stupid, and yet, I intend to keep doing it). I’m sure there will be stories about that before too long.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there!

An image demonstrating exactly how peaceful I didn’t feel. Via nirvanaisnow.com.

(warning: shortly-post-yoga, slightly fuzzy-headed stream of consciousness post coming up)

Right now I’m in the middle of a serious exercise phase.

It’s been going on for a while now, of course. I mentioned a few posts down that I’m training to be a pilates instructor. I’m also training for a triathlon (sprint distance) and a half-marathon.

At the moment, though, my concern is this yoga workshop I’m involved in. Every morning at 6 a.m. for two weeks, I go to the local studio where I jump around and sweat and generally have the least relaxing yoga sessions of my life, but leave feeling awesome. They’re calling it boot camp, which seems very anti-yoga to me, but I love it, so who am I to complain?

Today, though, it was rough. Part of it is that I haven’t been getting much sleep–grad school has been wearing me down a bit lately–and I was having a lot of trouble with my balance. I also had a serious carb craving right before bed last night and ate some roasted potatoes, so I think maybe they were still hanging out in my stomach and throwing me off a bit.

My biggest problem was lactic acid in my quads. It was actually pretty silly; I’m fairly flexible, and can do just about all the yoga poses we’re asked to do, but I couldn’t hold anything this morning. I had to keep coming out of the poses because it felt like everything was on fire. I’m generally fairly comfortable with mild physical discomfort. Usually I’m all about challenging myself. I love seeing how long I can hold a pose at the shaking point, or even try to pull it a bit deeper when it feels like the teacher is about to move on. This morning I just couldn’t stand it.

Are there any tricks to help eliminate this feeling? I don’t like it when my body gets frantic, and I don’t think it’s a safe or healthy thing for me to ignore that feeling. Ideally, circumvention would be the way to go. Tips, anyone?

I saw Kate’s post about her excessively chatty fitness instructor yesterday, and I became instantly nervous.

I’m in the process of training to be a pilates instructor (Stott variety). I also taught middle school for a year, where that talk-to-fill-in-gaps method of moving things along was actually very useful; those kids can be darn awkward, and sometimes what they need more than anything is someone to keep the room from going silent so they don’t have a chance to let their awkwardness overwhelm them.

Anyway, as of now, I pledge NOT to let that training slip over into my life as a pilates teacher. I promise!

I’m just going to start this all off with a post about the joys of kale.

I just recently discovered kale as a food. I’ve never really been a fan of vegetables you have to cook–things you can throw into other stuff, like omelets, great. But a big pan of dark greens? It just never seemed appealing to me.

I tried to give blood a week or two ago, though, and was rejected for low iron. Now, I was a vegetarian for six years, and although I’ve added meat back into my diet slowly (first fish, then chicken, and finally red meat about a year ago), I still don’t like red meat all that much. That’s what people always tell you to eat when you have low iron, though, so I left the Red Cross tent feeling resigned to several evenings of burgers or something.

Then I happened to mention this at yoga, and one of the instructors told me what to do with kale–put it in a pan, throw some olive oil and sea salt and pepper on it, and voila, deliciousness. And she was right! It was amazing.

I ate a bunch of it for dinner (probably about four cups, pre-cooking. although it shrinks down, obviously), and then immediately made another batch to take to work with me today for lunch. I don’t know how it’ll be, reheated but hopefully it’ll be all right.

Anyway, I was happy.