I had some serious writer’s block last week. And the week before that.
I was so sad about the 40 Days program ending. I came out of the program feeling so strong and so much better at yoga.
Then I was busy, then I was traveling, then I was more busy.
So after 40 days of nonstop yoga, I went 10 days without it. I was sad and a little cranky about that, and then I went back to the studio and it was rough. I was wobbly, I was timid kicking up into handstand and forearm stand, and all the mechanics that had become so well ingrained in my brain and body had fallen by the wayside.
Frustrating, man. My schedule was totally nutty last week, so I’m looking forward to getting back into my yoga groove this week.
Meanwhile, there are some things I’m loving lately, and I want to share them with you.
A baby giraffe was born at the Dallas Zoo. This is so magical. Watch the video. It’s OK if you cry when the little guy stands up. I DID. No just kidding I didn’t. Yes I did.
I loved the “Glee” finale. I have been a diehard “Glee” fan since its premiere in 2009. I love that the show was able to employ so many talented dancers and performers. The show hit a rough patch in the last few seasons, but the final two episodes were perfect-old-school-awesome “Glee.” (Am I the only person who stuck this show out until the end? Please tell me you watched it, too, and that you agree that the finale version of “I Lived” would be an amazing first dance song for Brian and me at our wedding. I played it for him without telling him what it was and upon hearing the first note he goes, “IS THIS ‘GLEE?’ I KNOW THIS IS ‘GLEE.’ IT SOUNDS LIKE ‘GLEE.'” And I was all, “OMG, no, Brian, just listen!” But he was right. And he has not agreed that it would be perfect. We have time, though.)
I got to spend some real quality time with Tyler (my newphew) and Abby (my little niece). Last year, I only made it “home” to New Hampshire one time. That’s just sad.
So this year I was like, “Mom, I’m comin’ home!” Actually she called me and was like, “Sup girl, Amtrak tickets are cheap for Easter weekend, wanna come to the north land and go tax-free outlet shopping?”
So that’s what we did.
And we listened to a ton of old mix CDs that she found around the house and told me to “deal with.”
We were going to do wedding-related projects, like try to build bouquets (because I sure as hell am not paying top dollar for some weeds) and think about decorations (probably just gold glitter everywhere), but instead we mall shopped and outlet shopped and got DQ Blizzards and took Tyler to feed the llamas.
Speaking of the next-door llamas. There are eight of them now, and one of them is named Ali and was born in May. Are you kidding me? Twinsies!
Anyway, Tyler turns three next month, and Abby just sits around looking at everyone and smiling. She has no idea what’s going on but she loves it. And Tyler continues to be obsessed with wearing “Elsa hair,” and insists on having “Elsa hair” on his head at all time. He fashions his Elsa hair out of sweatshirts, scarves, pom-poms, dish towels, anything he can find, really. And he likes to give me Elsa hair (a side braid, but you knew that), too. We are best friends and have everything in common.
Celine is back! Her Vegas show was out of commission for a while because you know, her husband Rene was having lots of serious health issues. But now she’s back in business and now I really think Brian and I should get married in Vegas before and/or after seeing her live. Or maybe we could get married at her show. LOOKING INTO IT. And if you haven’t watched it, here is Ariana Grande as Celine Dion. It’s gold.
I wear HOKA ONE ONE running shoes now. I know, who am I?! I have been a beloved Brooks girl since I started running. But recently they were not feeling so awesome. The PureFlows have a somewhat tapered toe box and I have sort of wide feet, so I had perma-blister-calluses on the outside of my baby toes and my big toes. (Whenever I ask Brian to give me a foot massage, which is twice a day every day, he freaks out and refuses because he says my feet “feel like elephant ass.” To which I ask, “How many elephant asses have you massaged, Brian?” Sick.)
I have always been interested in HOKA shoes because West Coast Emily is obsessed and preaches about them tirelessly. And if they’re good enough to keep her running for 100 miles at a time (yup), they must be good enough for my 40ish-mile weeks, right?
I am hooked. They don’t feel big or clunky or platform-y. Instead, I feel like I’m running on clouds. Super light clouds. Not thick enough for Care Bears to live in. Plus, the wider toe box feels so much better for my foot shape.
Now as always — and I say this as both someone who is moderately educated about running and someone who spent time working at a running store — shoes are super personal for runners. That’s the beauty of getting fitted and going through a foot analysis to find out if you’re a neutral runner or an over-pronator or any other variation on running foot-strike types. I am a neutral runner, and I am digging my HOKA ONE ONE Cliftons.
All that being said, I am proud and excited to have signed on as a HOKA ONE ONE ambassador! I’ve never been a product ambassador for anything before (except I am an unofficial legwarmer ambassador, self-appointed) so you can trust that this is a brand I really truly love and believe in. I’m not going to be doing crazy sponsored posts or anything different from what you usually read here. But I will tell you when cool stuff is happening (HOKA sponsors a bunch of races) or when new products are being released that you may want to know about. (I will receive occasional HOKA ONE ONE shoes as part of my ambassador-ship. If I get any other cool free stuff, like a miniature pony, I will let you know.)
I spent my week on Broadway. I still freelance quite a bit for my old company, and I’m writing a big Broadway feature for Dance Spirit. That means I saw all the new dancey musicals last week.
I thought Megan Fairchild was adorable in On The Town, adored Vanessa Hudgens’s outfits in Gigi (but didn’t love the show itself — I kept wanting her to break into “We’re All in This Together” from High School Musical), am full-on obsessed with Something Rotton (this season’s must-see show, I do declare!), got to see my old friend Mia Michaels at Finding Neverland (and cried not because the show is sad — which it is — but because I love Matthew Morrison’s voice so much), and was very sleepy during An American in Paris, but the dancing is divine.
Here are some things I have written lately!
I’m writing a weekly column for Shape about training for the Brooklyn Half Marathon. It’s fun.
The scab on my nose is gone. Sometimes I decide I’m definitely getting a zit, so I pick and pick and pick and pick at it until I’ve made myself bleed and it scabs and there was never a zit. Anyway, I did that last week, and now the huge scab is gone. Hooray!
I feel happy. Things are good. I am healthy. I am not permanently stressed out like I used to be. I’m not cold anymore. I’m nicer to people. I’m a better public transportation passenger. The 40 Days program kind of ended up revolutionizing my life more than I expected. I’m glad I know what equanimity means.
The water fountains are back on in Central Park.
It’s officially spring.
AND WITH THAT, I’D LOVE TO KNOW (WE HAVEN’T PLAYED THIS GAME IN A WHILE): What’s the best thing in your world right now? Is it chocolate chip pancakes?