Posts tagged ‘I wish I fell down less frequently’

June 1, 2011

Stumble: Yoga and Starbucks Water Cup Edition

This week I went to yoga.  I love yoga.  I am not very good at it (Ali would say I need to have “compassion for my practice,” and she’d be right, but my faint competitive streak comes out in these situations), but I am always calm and sore after, which is a nice combo.  Anyways, she kicked our tailfeathers on Saturday morning, making us do things like dolphin:

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Um, I had no idea my arms could bend like that.  Although I definitely didn’t look like that.  

Which apparently leads into things like peacock scorpion, which, I seriously doubt:

Photo by maureen miranda

When I got home I realized I had somehow managed to skin my elbow during all the dolphin-ing.  It was weird.

As further evidence of my definite inability to be able to do any sort of freestanding armstand, today I attempted to use my very broken Starbucks cup (I dropped it on the way to work and the inner cup separated from the outer cup).  I filled the sad cup at the water cooler (yes, we have a literal water cooler.  No, no cool gossip or American Idol chitchat occurs there) and started on my way back to my office when I dropped said sad cup (I would like to blame this on its being broken, but let’s be honest) and it bounced and then splashed ALL OVER my sweet, pregnant co-worker who was using our copy machine.  Also, the whole office is carpeted.  I’ll just let all that sink in.

I got her some paper towels, I sopped up the water, I furtively swiped at the copier (I’m sure it’s fine…), we laughed and moved on but seriously.  I cannot be trusted to do peacock scorpion!  It’s a very, very bad idea!

Via Snuzzy

The end.

UPDATE: Ali informed me the above shots are of something called “scorpion,” which sounds rather more unpleasant than peacock, but is perhaps more appropriate.

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March 11, 2011

Stumble

I definitely fell down during my lunch run today.  There I am, huffing and puffing along, and –this is the weird part– I actually thought to myself “wouldn’t it be funny if I fell down and skinned my knees?  It would be just like when I was 8.”  Note to my fellow runners/klutzes: don’t think things like that while you’re running.  You will will them into being.  Just like Oprah says (does she say that?  Seems like something she would say).

My toe clipped the edge of something (an uneven sidewalk, my other shoe, a stray piece of grass, air … we’ll never know) and I skidded, palms-first, onto the sidewalk. Thankfully, a car blew by right at that moment, so I know my finest moment will forever live in the memory of that passerby.   I popped back up oh-so-casually: nothing wrong here, I’m good at running!  And kept jogging, hands now festively adorned with blood and bits of sidewalk.

The moral of the story?  Oh, you want a moral?  Um, avoid trippy things?  Wait, no: think positively!  Or maybe it’s just that I wanted an excuse to post this sweet note I got from the hubs reminding me to deposit a check I’ve been carrying around for a month and also, of the important stuff:

 

Who cares about falling?  That guy’s great.