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A series of random things I wanted to say, some related to Burning Man, some not.
And some reiterating the same thing I have said on Twitter and FB already this morning, which begins with: Fucking ow, my whole body hurts. Muscles I didn't know existed hurt. When I breathed my tea this morning, coughing made me think I was gonna pull something important and then die, it hurt so bad. I love my self-defense class. And I am so fucking out of shape it isn't funny, BUT I AM GLAD THIS IS ALL AFTER MY BURNING MAN TRIP AND NOT BEFORE.
Before I left, I was coming off a year of couch-sitting. Very different from baby-sitting, as you actually do sit on the couch for it, and you definitely do not sit on the babies. Before I left, I was making faces at myself in the mirror nearly every morning, thinking "geez, this last year has been too happy. I'm getting complacent, and a little chunky in the midsection, there." Everyone else says "you look good! Stop fussing," but I don't feel comfortable in my body, and that is, of course, the most important thing. I feel heavy, I feel weighted down, I feel mildly unhappy with myself.
By the time I get back, I'm feeling amazing. Between all the walking and dancing I did and what they call the 'Desert Diet', I have probably lost most of the ten pounds I put on in the last year, and I'm feeling GREAT. Looking good, too, happy about it. Checking myself out in mirrors and saying "yeah, I'm looking amazing again. ;D" and the like.
Now, you're going to be wondering. It's called 'everything is so hot, I'm drinking a lot of water, and I don't really want to get up and go back to my camp and make lunch.' You eat a small breakfast (I'm not hungry after half a sandwich, but sometimes I manage to eat the whole thing anyways) while you're getting dressed for the day, you fill up your waters and drink half a bottle before you leave camp. I spend most of my day lounging around in the shade at someone else's camp, drinking water and talking in half-asleep tones, and the lunch hour passes by unnoticed. Sometime in the late afternoon, someone starts thinking about dinner, and by the time dusk rolls around we've made a great big meal to share between the three camps that were hanging out, and everyone eats well before going off to change into warmer clothes for the evening hours.
Nighttime is when everything happens, at least for me and my group. I mostly spend all day drowsing in the heat, unwilling to do much of anything unless someone directly invites me. But nighttime, that's when we trek out across the wide playa, see the art and the lights, find the music and go dancing. Occasional daytime excursions happen up until about fifth day, when I am sleep deprived from staying up until dawn the rest of the week, and can only sit in a folding chair and listen drowsily to other people's conversations. It is hot, and when it is hot, I do not want to move much.
So, with this whole combination, there is a lot of water intake, and only about two meals in a regular day. There is always some snacking from time to time, as someone brings over chips and salsa, cracks open a beer for you, or makes sandwiches. But you don't think about it, really, and it isn't much. The desert was good for me, and I didn't return to semi-normal eating habits until I'd been home in Washington for a few days.
So with the walking across a city that was two or three miles across and ten or more miles in diameter, all of the dancing, the strange eating habits, and the returning to Colorado to a similarly active event (I didn't spend much time sitting at NDK, I never do), I was in much better shape than before I left. Not to mention that I went hiking with my friend Rudy while I was in Portland on my way home. LOTS OF EXERCISE.
I'm pretty sure this is the only reason I didn't DIE HORRIBLY during my self-defense class, and only had one moment where I had to slow myself down and remind myself to breathe slow and deep. But I made it through class, had a fabulous time, and probably didn't walk it out as much as I should have, didn't cool down well enough. Hence, being stiff and sore now.
You know what they say. The best thing for sore muscles is whatever made them sore in the first place. And a hot bath. ;)
I think that was actually it for right now. Oh, and my ceramics instructor is totally the Bob Ross of pottery. I kept expecting him to start talking about the 'happy little pottery' or something while he was showing us how to work the wheel yesterday. XD
That was all. ♥
And some reiterating the same thing I have said on Twitter and FB already this morning, which begins with: Fucking ow, my whole body hurts. Muscles I didn't know existed hurt. When I breathed my tea this morning, coughing made me think I was gonna pull something important and then die, it hurt so bad. I love my self-defense class. And I am so fucking out of shape it isn't funny, BUT I AM GLAD THIS IS ALL AFTER MY BURNING MAN TRIP AND NOT BEFORE.
Before I left, I was coming off a year of couch-sitting. Very different from baby-sitting, as you actually do sit on the couch for it, and you definitely do not sit on the babies. Before I left, I was making faces at myself in the mirror nearly every morning, thinking "geez, this last year has been too happy. I'm getting complacent, and a little chunky in the midsection, there." Everyone else says "you look good! Stop fussing," but I don't feel comfortable in my body, and that is, of course, the most important thing. I feel heavy, I feel weighted down, I feel mildly unhappy with myself.
By the time I get back, I'm feeling amazing. Between all the walking and dancing I did and what they call the 'Desert Diet', I have probably lost most of the ten pounds I put on in the last year, and I'm feeling GREAT. Looking good, too, happy about it. Checking myself out in mirrors and saying "yeah, I'm looking amazing again. ;D" and the like.
Now, you're going to be wondering. It's called 'everything is so hot, I'm drinking a lot of water, and I don't really want to get up and go back to my camp and make lunch.' You eat a small breakfast (I'm not hungry after half a sandwich, but sometimes I manage to eat the whole thing anyways) while you're getting dressed for the day, you fill up your waters and drink half a bottle before you leave camp. I spend most of my day lounging around in the shade at someone else's camp, drinking water and talking in half-asleep tones, and the lunch hour passes by unnoticed. Sometime in the late afternoon, someone starts thinking about dinner, and by the time dusk rolls around we've made a great big meal to share between the three camps that were hanging out, and everyone eats well before going off to change into warmer clothes for the evening hours.
Nighttime is when everything happens, at least for me and my group. I mostly spend all day drowsing in the heat, unwilling to do much of anything unless someone directly invites me. But nighttime, that's when we trek out across the wide playa, see the art and the lights, find the music and go dancing. Occasional daytime excursions happen up until about fifth day, when I am sleep deprived from staying up until dawn the rest of the week, and can only sit in a folding chair and listen drowsily to other people's conversations. It is hot, and when it is hot, I do not want to move much.
So, with this whole combination, there is a lot of water intake, and only about two meals in a regular day. There is always some snacking from time to time, as someone brings over chips and salsa, cracks open a beer for you, or makes sandwiches. But you don't think about it, really, and it isn't much. The desert was good for me, and I didn't return to semi-normal eating habits until I'd been home in Washington for a few days.
So with the walking across a city that was two or three miles across and ten or more miles in diameter, all of the dancing, the strange eating habits, and the returning to Colorado to a similarly active event (I didn't spend much time sitting at NDK, I never do), I was in much better shape than before I left. Not to mention that I went hiking with my friend Rudy while I was in Portland on my way home. LOTS OF EXERCISE.
I'm pretty sure this is the only reason I didn't DIE HORRIBLY during my self-defense class, and only had one moment where I had to slow myself down and remind myself to breathe slow and deep. But I made it through class, had a fabulous time, and probably didn't walk it out as much as I should have, didn't cool down well enough. Hence, being stiff and sore now.
You know what they say. The best thing for sore muscles is whatever made them sore in the first place. And a hot bath. ;)
I think that was actually it for right now. Oh, and my ceramics instructor is totally the Bob Ross of pottery. I kept expecting him to start talking about the 'happy little pottery' or something while he was showing us how to work the wheel yesterday. XD
That was all. ♥
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