A Brief Pause

I didn’t intend a two month break from the blog but life had other plans.

It started with the beginning of another school year, meaning marching band season begins, and there goes my free time. I feel each passing year moving faster and faster so I try to stay present in her life–especially transitioning into the teen years. Marching band is her thing. It’s her reason for getting out of bed every morning, excited to be at school at 7:30. I can’t miss out on that!

Real talk: being a part of her band experience takes me back to my middle and high school color guard heyday. It’s something for us to bond over and a commonality that keeps me feeling connected to her. Plus, I’m not gonna lie, I still like watching marching bands and color guards.

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In between band mom-ing and volunteering as a color guard coach, my mom was diagnosed with melanoma. It took two anxiety-ridden weeks to see how serious it was, if the PET scan was going to show signs that the cancer had spread to any lymph nodes. I took extra days off from work to spend time with her and travel with her to out-of-town appointments. This is not her first bout with cancer.

Luckily, the cancer did not spread. Now, after having a large section of her face operated on, she’s cancer free. Again.

The last two months have been a juggling act between overachieving mom and supportive daughter, leaving little time for much else. It’s funny how easily we can slip into a groove of looking out for everyone else but ourselves. Things are calming down now. I’m hoping to get back to hanging out with my husband, exercising, blogging, wearing a lot more sunscreen–maybe even putting on some lipstick.

Baby steps.

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Get By With a Little Help From My Block

This weekend I made a triumphant return to yoga.

Sadly, my life has been yoga-free since the end of July. My surgeon said it’d take about two months to get back to my full vinyasa flow and suggested I settle for a “gentle” practice with no pressure on the toes. I decided to hold off altogether as that kind of yoga doesn’t appeal to me. I get bored in a slow moving yoga class.

My favorite yoga teacher, Jennifer, holds an intermediate level flow class every other Saturday at the gym. This class has been a part of my life for about 10 years. Sometimes I have trouble finding the motivation to break up my Saturday morning with a drive across town for yoga but Jennifer is such a great instructor that I never regret taking time out of my day. It’s been difficult to stay away from class so I was anxious for the weekend. I knew this was my chance to get back on the mat.

 

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I was a compliant patient and followed doctor’s orders–no pressure on the toes. Meaning, no downward dog, no plank.

 

I really hate to participate in a class if I have to sit out for half of the poses. I wasn’t sure how to modify and still get through the entire class but I quickly realized the solution once I got there.

The yoga block was going to be my new friend.

I’ve never used a block under my foot before. I typically find it helpful to use as an extension of my arms if I don’t want to overstretch during tricky poses, like triangle and warrior 3.

During the one hour class, I was pleasantly surprised by how many poses I could still do by placing the block under my ankle. I put it in the “crook” of my ankle to elevate my foot so that my toes wouldn’t push against the ground. I used a foam block as opposed to one made out of cork. I find it a little more forgiving to the top of my foot.

Here are some of my yoga modifications:

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Child’s Pose — this is a good go-to when you want a lighter practice. Since I couldn’t physically do the downward dog, I spent a lot of time here. You can see I have the block between my shin and the top of my foot. My ankle doesn’t move so I just wedged it there to keep my toes off the ground.

 

image1Plank — I opted to do plank on my knees with the block supporting my ankle in the same fashion. I was still engaging my core and getting a good triceps workout so I didn’t feel gipped out of a calorie burn.

 

 

 

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I used the block in the same way during a series where we stood on our knees. It looked similar in table top for cat/cow or sunbird, toes barely grazing the floor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At the end of the hour, I felt rusty within my yoga practice but energized by the focus it took to stay creative. I walked in discouraged by my limitation and walked out feeling proud that I found a way to get a good workout anyway. Namaslay.

 

 

Coldplay On a School Night

On Sunday afternoon, the day before my daughter’s first day of school, my husband and I grabbed some coffee and drove down to Pasadena, Ca, to see Coldplay at the Rose Bowl. We would drive back the same night, get up today for our first day of school traditions and head off to work on a few hours of sleep.

Why would we do this? Although we enjoy Coldplay, seeing them live was not on our bucket list. More importantly, we are certainly not in our 20s anymore. Driving to LA and back for a show on a school night, only to get up early the next morning, is not something we seek out. Anymore.

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These concert tickets were not intended for us but we came into them in a profound way. They were purchased by Donna Hammond, a dear and longtime friend of my husband’s, as a celebration for her completion of chemotherapy and radiation. After battling breast cancer all of last year, she was in remission and her treatment was over. However, as one terrible event had come to an end, she and her family were struck with another blow.

coldplay 1Donna’s husband, Big Jim, died suddenly of a heart attack a couple weeks ago. My husband, and anyone who knows the Hammond family, was deeply shocked and saddened by the passing of this bigger than life patriarch. He was a sweet man who left a big imprint those he knew and loved, my husband included.

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Our lovely friend in Houston uses this saying frequently when acknowledging her own battle with cancer. We figure it’s appropriate for this occasion too.

Donna and her daughter had to forego their Coldplay celebration but asked Corin and me to take their place at the show. We were honored by her generous request. The concert itself was a joyous, spirited, colorful celebration of music and life. It felt like the perfect representation of why Donna was going in the first place, fireworks and confetti included.

 

Our hearts were with the Hammonds last night and everything they’ve been through. The gratitude we felt is still with us today.

Who needs sleep anyway?

 

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(Un) Motivated Monday

When resurrecting my blog last month, I made a promise to myself to post every Monday. Today put my promise to the test. I’m just not feeling it.

Haven’t been feelin’ much lately since last week was a doozie.

I started back to work and got back into band mom mode. Jaelynn had a week of band camp (insert movie quote here) and private lessons. I got my stitches out and discussed with my easy, breezy surgeon reasons why I’m still feeling so much discomfort. Apparently my toes will start looking normal again…next year. For the time being, they look like raisin-sausages. (My daughter’s loving and accurate description.)

I also caught a cold. Needless to say, my exercising was put on the back burner, which bums me out, making it harder to stay on track. Does this cycle sound familiar to anyone?

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If so, my question to the tens of you who read my blog is: how do you stay motivated? On those days when you don’t feel like putting on those running shoes or driving to your yoga class or writing another blog post, what pushes you to do it? How do you stay inspired?

I’ve had struggles staying motivated in recent years and found articles and blogs that had a few helpful tips.

I’d love to hear tips on what you do to overcome a slump.

See you next Monday.

Around Paisley Park in a Day

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April 21, 2016 was a painful day for the millions who loved The Purple One. I was in tears at work; I’ve been a Prince fan for as long as I can remember. There was never a time I didn’t listen to his music.

As a kid, his 80s hits were the soundtrack to the dance parties I had with my cousins. As a teen, I rediscovered Purple Rain.

As an adult, I dove deeper into his archives and wondered how one man could be so talented. I caught my first Prince concert then, fueling my admiration. I love the emotional highs and sultry lows of his vocal range. His command of the stage and his dance moves were everythingHe fearlessly pushed boundaries while always keeping his focus on the music.

My focus, months after his death, was on a different type of pain.

My doctor was confident that pain from my toe surgery would subside within a week and walking wouldn’t be a problem. Taking his advice, we planned our final trip of the summer to Minnesota, 10 days after surgery.

I like my doctor but he’s a fibber.

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The constant throbbing pain and swelling I was experiencing was more than I’d anticipated. As our five-day trip to see friends and family approached, so did my reservations. I figured flying would be tricky and my limitations may put a damper on the trip for everyone.

Navigating TSA is annoying on a normal day. Throw in a leg brace and a cane and it’s nightmarish.

 

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Aside from the air travel, we had a great time. I was able to rent a wheelchair at the Minnesota History Museum, Mall of America and Valley Fair amusement park so getting around wasn’t much of a problem. My restrictions forced more down time, out of character for us, but turned out to be just what the doctor ordered.

No trip is complete without a few hiccups. The most notable was getting banned from a roller coaster at Valley Fair just as we were getting on. We didn’t know my brace would be a problem until after we waited in the 30-minute line. Apparently I didn’t miss out.

This leads me to my favorite adventure: the paisley one.

There will never be another Prince. I’m still sad but was thrilled to see his studio where so much incredible music was created. Tributes from all over the world lined the surrounding fence. Everything from fan art and purple roller skates to underwear and bags of Doritos were left to honor the artist, months after his death.

Here is a taste of the memorials found at Paisley Park in Chanhassen, MN:prince 2_edited-2

 

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Our trip was a much needed escape from Fresno’s summer heat and polluted air. I couldn’t get over the blue in the Minnesota sky or the puff of its clouds. The time we spent with our family and friends was worth the inconvenience of my bum foot.

 

 

7 Exercises – No Standing Required

Reclined on the couch reading cheesy romance novels and watching old movies can only last so long. I needed to move!

I try not to go too long in between workouts since atrophy kicks in pretty quickly for me due to the rigidity of my left fused ankle. I’m trying to keep my life relatively normal during my recoup time, including keeping up a (modified) workout schedule.

My movement limitations have forced me to get creative. Over the years, modifying workouts has become second nature to me so I thought I’d share some of the exercises I tweak to accommodate my foot.

Here are seven ways I build strength — no standing necessary:

  1. The Pretzel – Bend one leg in front while reaching the other to the back. Pulse up for 30, then keeping knee elevated reach to opposite corner for 30. Switch sides.

*I added a 2 pound ankle weight to my left side for extra torture effort. (Found a pair for  $3.99 at Marshalls!)

 

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3. Extension & Tuck using ball – Feel free to comment if you know the actual names for some of these exercises. This one focuses on core stability because that big ball will want to throw you off! I either squeeze the ball with the bottom hand (shown) or for added balance, place hand on the ground. Tighten your core and keep leg hip height as you reach top leg straight out and then bend to tuck in.

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4. Push Up on the Ball – This is my favorite and a go-to even when my leg isn’t fragile. I love it because it keeps my toes and ankle out of the workout and it’s still pretty difficult! I keep my abs pulled in while lowering chest to the floor, elbows facing back, in a Pilates style push up.

 

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5. Child’s Pose – Another favorite on the ball, especially since my ankle doesn’t allow me to do a full yoga child’s pose on the ground (can’t flatten the top of my foot). Keeping arms straight, hands firmly planted at shoulder distance apart, round your back and pull knees to nose. The ball allows a nice stretch through the back. Pull in abs to fire up the core.

*Bonus points – From child’s pose, extend legs, using the ball to roll your body straight out into plank position, with hands on the ground and legs elevated. Pull legs back into chest. Repeat.

 

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6. Leg Circles with Ankle Weight – From the same starting position as #3, extend top leg hip high and draw small, controlled circles. Do 20 reps to the front, 20 to the back. I really started to feel that 2 pound ankle weight on this one, as shown in my facial expression.

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7. One Legged Plank – No equipment necessary. Hold plank, hands under shoulders, booty level and stomach pulled in. I rested my left leg on top of the right for full body strengthening but no pressure on the toes. Hold for 30 seconds, three sets.

 

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I included a few other ab workouts that day for good measure. That was it. It’s not ground breaking stuff, but when you’re laid up and feeling sluggish (or a tad blue) sometimes all it takes is a few old standards to bring you back to life.

Oh, and don’t forget your favorite Pandora station.

Camplications

Camp is coming.

The number one topic of discussion in our house last week was making the trip up to Sequoia Lake to drop Jaelynn off for a week-long stay at the YMCA music camp. My surgery was scheduled the day before drop off. I was aware that my procedure played second fiddle to the feverish planning our daughter was putting into her first sleep-away camp.

full car rideCome Saturday morning, less than 24 hours post surgery, my husband packed our Hyundai to the gills and we drove her and her BFF up the mountain. I learned that two enthusiastic band girls belting out Hamilton songs during the hour-long drive is a good distraction from whatever ails you.

But who are we kidding, parents? Being present for our kids often comes before our own comfort.

Case in point: the piggyback ride up a hill.

I didn’t factor in what I would encounter when we got to the lake. How was I planning to trek up hills and climb steps with a bandaged foot and pain screaming through my toes? This could get complicated.

It was out of the question for me to sit this one out. I was eager to help my little girl navigate through her camp introduction. My husband stepped in with no hesitation and told me to hop on his back. He’s been our faithful Sherpa since the beginning.

My left foot bounced limply as he hauled me up the hill. My arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, still gripping my walking cane in one hand. I tried not to notice onlookers watching as we slowly climbed, kicking up dirt and causing a scene. I don’t like to draw attention to my injury. I don’t want to say I’m embarrassed by it but I like to pretend people can’t see it.

There is one thing I’ve learned in my 13 years of living with varying degrees of immobility. People stare.

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This time was no different. Not only were strangers staring at us, our own daughter was running up the hill, trying to escape the humiliation of her parents seemingly playful (but very necessary) antics.

 

Once we got to the top, I limped off and found a quiet place to sit. I watched from a close distance as the girls buzzed around, oblivious to our parental presence, and making fast friends with their cabin mates.

I wasn’t going to let another surgery, or the discomfort of random stares, keep me from watching my daughter delight in her new digs for the week.

I realized sometimes you just have to hop on and say who cares.