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Shoe Laces…

Posted on | August 12, 2006 | No Comments

Who knew…

There are nearly 2 TRILLION ways to tie your shoes…

It hardly seems possible that there could be quite that many ways to feed a lace through 12 eyelets!

So let’s look at the mathematics:
>>Feed through one of 12 eyelets from either inside or outside. That’s 24 possible ways to start.
>>Continue through one of 11 remaining eyelets from either inside or outside (x 22 more ways).
>>Then 10 remaining eyelets (x 20 more ways). We’ve only gone through three eyelets and we’re already up to 24 x 22 x 20 = 10,560 ways!
>>By the time we reach the last eyelet (x 2 more ways), the possible ways have multiplied to 24 x 22 x 20 x 18 x 16 x 14 x 12 x 10 x 8 x 6 x 4 x 2 ways, a staggering total of 1,961,990,553,600.

But to make it simple… “31 Different Ways To Lace Shoes”

Nike+ iPod

Posted on | August 10, 2006 | No Comments

So, first off, a new gadget on the market, I am usually first in line or very near the front and if its a techy thing or something to do with my music, iPod or a passion I have, I am not only first, I am usually peeing my pants as well (not because I cant go to the bathroom in time, I just like it…)

So, I bought the Nike+ iPod device from my local Apple store. Try to see if it would work with my current Nike shoes or the other running shoes I have, not a good fit, fell out during the run, had to find it, then tried other options, it just didn

Hot YOGA 2

Posted on | July 27, 2006 | No Comments

Well, after the first day, I felt HOT yes, but pretty good, thinking I can do this, the moves are tough, the stretching is the worst portion with balance and that will come with time (my legs are over 40 and not as limber nor is my balance in anything good right now).

The next day, I could feel my hamstrings becoming tight, my back is a bit firm and I am generally thinking, I feel skinnier (I am sure it’s a state of mind or my Chi or Center finding a place to take a nap) but all good feelings are coming over my emotional psyche just like I used to feel back in the day of 4-5 times a week hard work outs at the gym, on the rock wall etc… the overall feeling of doing GOOD to my body and… this is the key, as Master Yogi said to me – I am motivated (marketing pitch, but it worked) and I am so much so, that I really honestly could not wait for the next time to go… “Yogi Time, I’m ready for YOGI!”

So I sprint home, leave a work meeting early (“business happy hour” actually) to get home to change and go to class – think about his kids – I chose 103 degrees in a small room to sweat like the River Nile with other drippy wet happy Chi finding people over drinks and appetizers for free –

The YOGI is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head.
“I can’t think of anything to say except…

I think it’s marvelous! HaHaHa!”

Sorry, I digressed there for a minute…

My first time in class, 7 or so people, it was HOT, oh yes HOT for sure; sweat was all over the place, got the runners high feeling a few times, felt good, got HOT and more HOT.

However, HOT does not describe time number 2 in the room.

There are about 20+ people in the room now… all looking for their space on the floor and getting closer to me, ever closer and all I think about is the Sweat Faucet from last time and oh my God, let no one so close to me that I touch smell or interfere with their balance through my 2 hour old Yogi.

I wear a long sleeve shirt this time, thinking, last time, not so bad, I can stand to sweat more, loose some water weight, feel skinny more… 20+ people in a room the size of a 1 car garage with 3 heaters means… HOT would be nice, HOT would be a cool breeze. This was not only the temperature of the SUN, but the core of the SUN – the inner most hot of white hot hots, not the surface of the sun – that is a cool tropical place with pretty flowers, this was madness hot – Jack Nicholson “Here’s Johnny…. REDRUM” crazy HOT.

It was so Scorching HOT that the first 15 minutes my long sleeve shirt had become a YOGI skirt, and I could barely raise my arms from the weight of the sleeves and the simple fact that is was stuck to my skin in a way that I have never known had caused my shoulders to be pulled down in terrifying way – a fact that I can confirm today because my deltoids are so sore that writing this note is semi-painful – ADVIL please, STAT!

“Wrap my fingers around your foot, kick forward, straighten your leg and push out, sit back slightly while you bend your knees, stand up straightening your back while you pull and stretch (“pulling is opposite of stretching”, says Master YOGI), now stand on one leg, hummmm a few bars to your favorite sitcom and breathe…..”, uh huh… if I could hold on to my foot it would be great, but every pore of my body is liquid, so sure I will, but I need StickUM to grab my foot – oh and I am getting dizzy now.

Well this continues to the point of 60 plus minutes and I cannot perform some of the moves, the moves where you’re laying on the ground, Master Yogi would not be happy at me… I cannot even move while lying on the ground. I have the will, the desire, but my body is shutting down, it’s so hot that my entire head is wet and I am nauseous and thinking, “get me the hell out of here, into a pool, one with a swim up bar” or… “AIR, now”.

So I breathe more, this is making it worse, hyperventilating sets in… I keep moving trying… “I am getting a good work out… keep going…” uh huh “HOME NOW”.

Class over, walking to the car, a bit wobbly, dizzy, my shirt is dragging on the ground, I need help driving, still HOT, need cold shower, fan, two towels, more air…. Mikes Hard Lemonade and I am done.

I am going back Saturday… its something in the YOGI air/heater I think… Kool-Aide or something I am drinking in that room that cause me pain yet I need to go back, I want to go back… hmmm maybe CHI in English means, “painful happiness”.

I am a Lotus bending in the breeze of life :hehe: – No Clue.

Hot Yoga

Posted on | July 24, 2006 | No Comments

Its been a while since my last “online” entry… made many entries like I used to back in the day – on a private piece of paper in a 3 ring or spiral notebook… more private that way, more personal and yet not as personal given the web these days.

so here I am writing now – why? HOT YOGA

My god, I knew it would be hot, but it was HOT.

First 15 minutes most of the water in my body began to boil and rise to the surface of my skin and look for a way out – hell, I nearly wanted out of that room.

Next 15 minutes I notices it was hard to hold my fingers together and perform the simple task of grabbing my knees or toes or holding on to my thumbs. Somehow I was suppose to see myself in the mirror at the same time. This was a challenge as there were other incredibly drippy wet people contorting themselves in a way that is not human and yet I strained to do this while my eyes burned from my own sweat. I didn’t want to give up, so no water or towel break, I was determined to create my own River Yogi.

I have been in the room for 45 minutes and what doesn’t stick to me rolls off me because I am liquid. Some, actually most of the men in the room are not wearing shirts, they should, and as seeing such displays, I am further reminded to keep my shirt on.

1 hour now… my god it’s hot. my map is permanently stuck to the floor, its a gift I am giving to the instructor. Yet the towel over my mat is not ringing wet and wont stay put while I stretch my legs wide and try to lift one leg up to my chest, grip a toe, point to my chin, look up and back, breath, sweat fine inner peace and ….. exhale. its hotter now.

15 minutes left in the session (I have no clue of this, I am seeing bright then dim shooting stars in front of my face, my eyes are burning, my entire body is liquefied, my left ear hurts, I am permanently scarred for seeing the man in front of me have actual sweat faucets on his back and I know what it must feel like in a desert) and the instructor ( I refuse to call him master at this point) jokes we are half way through the session – I throw up a little in my mouth.

the lasts few “cool down” stretches are painful yet feel good – mainly because he just opened up the door to the outside hallway where the 92 degree temperature Seattle is feeling right now actually feels good, because our yogi room is about 102…. there are only 7 of us in the class, 8 with The Master (now I have done it) and its crazy hot… I started to sweat as if I was digging the new parallel tunnel for the Panama Canal – actually I was just unrolling my yogi mat (yes I have a mat now – Master Yogi called it dedication) and putting my towel on it, however, doing just this, began to need my second mini face wipe towel. Lots of towels are needed here.

so… I finished. A bit tired, woozy from the HOT to the hot to the outside to the warm water I was drinking to cool down to the tingles in my arms from moving towards my car.

I signed up and “prepaid” for 10 lessons…. Master Yogi called it dedication and I would soon have “Balance, Strength and Flexibility” – I just want some poweraid or medical aid… which ever comes first.

http://www.hotyogaofissaquah.com/ for a laugh and a cry… more to follow as I build my core and find my Chi… which I left in my other yogi pants.

Within your reach

Posted on | May 23, 2006 | No Comments

If you keep something or someone at a distance,
Just outside your grasp, but within reach of your touch…

Do you protect your heart and keep it safe
Or open the gates of pain to let it go
Or keep it close

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