Tossing hats into mixes

It’s 2012, I’ve read a lot of blog posts about resolutions and non-resolutions–more resets of behavior change, and the idea of “why not start with 2012?”

I fall into the camp of being not a resolution-type person.  If I were to have one, I guess I would want to Be Nice to Andy. (#BeNicetoAndy to follow my progress*.)

I am doing two things in 2012 that are dependent on the projects starting 1.1.12.

The first is a book project–that technically I could start at any time, but, you get the point.  Last year when my Workout Buddy and I lived in Pittsburgh (what what!) at some point we started stacking the books we’d finished reading on top of a bookshelf.  I think it was out of lack of space to put our books (I’ve made the quip before, our need for book space comes from the result of a literary cultural head combining with a philosophy lawyer head.)  I thought I’d start 2012 off by intentionally doing this same thing.

Here’s our space for the books:

I currently have to finish one last essay in DFW’s A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again.  I’ve been reading this for a long time.  I highly recommend it.  I talk about it all the time…all the time.  Ask anyone that has had a conversation with me in the last 3 months and that person will probably tell you I mentioned this reading…or they’ll say, she was babbling about David Lynch, tennis, and luxury cruises…a lot.  So, until I finish DFW, and unless I take on Infinite Jest I’ll be highlighting our reading throughout 2012.****

The second project is to run 1,400 miles in 2012, or roughly 25 miles a week.  My marathon training friends have told me, “Wow, that’s ambitious.  I only run that many miles when I’m–” you guessed it: “training for a marathon.”

The Workout Buddy and I got a pooch, so now I can be outrun by both of them.

Anytime upon hearing this, I mentally smack my forehead for not thinking this challenge through a bit more, and assuming the Workout Buddy will complete this challenge with me, to which, most days he replies to my whining that we need to go for a run, “hey, it’s your challenge,” and outwardly say, “yeah…it will be okay.  It’s a challenge, it’s supposed to be hard.” I mean, it’s only one year, right?  Only one glorious 2012.

* I guess I like to wax neurotic.  So, to complicate this [feigned] brain issue, I’ve added a list of new triggers.  Not music, but questioning whether something I say or do could be construed at snobby or self-centered.  So, when I write, “follow my progress” I say this in an air of eye-rolling ridiculousness, BUT, my fear is that people might read that and think, “wow, what a jerk. ‘Follow my progress?'” And so, hence the DFW** obsession with asterisks and explaining myself more than is needed***.

**Not comparing myself with that guy. Not at all.

***I’ve said before, I do have a partiality for pointing things out that make people roll their eyes…I just can’t find the blog post where I mention this before to prove my track record. Trust me though.

****I’m currently also reading Thinking Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman, so be warned that soon I’ll probably start mentioning System 1 and System 2 brain functions.  I’m reading Paris Spleen by Baudelaire (more poetry in 2012 and beyond), and I’ve come back to my book on Cuba–I’m still in the process of learning about the indigenous peoples of the region.

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On the Jumbotron

 You handle things well or not

Two kinds of people

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Bad situation mitigated.                                                   Fodder for poems and other such suches, sure. Steinbeckian relief served in a tin cup, by the fire drawing in the sand, figuring next figures:                     At least I have coffee.

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It’s not horrible,

But it ain’t so great neither:

Biking home in rain.

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While in the metro,

Except turtle green jacket,

We all are blended.

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At My New Job

I started a new job on October 6 (2011). I’ve been praised for my willingness to jump in, and, I’ve found that I’ve wanted to jump in with alacrity. I just…really…want to…help. So, I jump in, and then I’m like, oh, wait, I can’t help any of you at all right now, and since I’m in here, can I just ask you these 30 questions real quick?

It’s interesting, having been at Coro Pittsburgh for 5 years, and having gone fairly high up (relatively speaking) the arc of learning my job. First, there’s not being super clear on what you’re supposed to do, or the impact that you’re supposed to make, but you put some things down on paper, you present some ideas and you work.  Slowly you figure things out a bit more, which occurs mostly in the second year. The second year at any job is always so interesting to me–and if you haven’t stayed at a job longer than two years, try it…it’s good for the economy. In the second year, you have some battle scars, you know your way around, and you, at various points, whether diving into old notes* or perusing through old emails, bump into yourself from one year ago. You review the work you did, see how you communicated with various people, your approach to your work, and if you’re like me, you often think, “What the hell was I doing?” That’s year two. Year two is paving over some areas of what you “accomplished” in year one, and if you’re lucky, you don’t pave over everything, maybe you do some pruning here and there. Year three just gets better because at this point, people know you, they know what you can do, and they rely on you to open doors, make decisions, and get things done. It’s beautiful. It’s a nice thing, to know what you’re doing and from that position, open yourself up to new challenges.

I’ve been at my job for a little over a month. I’m at the beginning of this new learning curve, but at least, a bit more, each day, I feel more confident in my work. Luckily, as comes with age, I’m not a brand new hiker and not everything I’m doing at my job is completely foreign.  (Though I did ask one of the IT guys that was setting up my computer for me how I turned on my computer…he gave me a perfunctory laugh.) I’m like a new adopted puppy in the office where little by little my personality can come out. Hell, I can almost commute to work on my bike and not get lost. (14th street really creeps up on me. Were I biking on my own, most days I’d just fly right past without a care in the world…until I realized I was still on R and had no idea where I was…not that has happened at all or four times.)

So, though I continue to be excited about being at the tip of this new learning curve, I have a feeling that no matter where I am in life, the following conversations are ones that I’ll probably always have:

IT Guy: Do you know if Janet is coming in today?
Me: Oh, ummm, I’m not sure…I think so…she didn’t say anything about not coming in…
IT Guy: Okay. Well, there’s usually a meeting at 10am every Tuesday. Do you know if that meeting is still going on?
Me: Oh, ummm, I didn’t even know there was a meeting on Tuesdays. I’m not sure. [Pause] Wow, I’m really not helpful to you at all.
IT Guy: Nope, not at all.

* I once learned at a workshop that gave tips on how to organize yourself that if you have a piece of paper on your desk or in a folder and you haven’t looked at it in one week, recycle it. You don’t’ need it. I think this is true.

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A conversation you’ll probably never hear in America:

Guy: Let’s dance! It’s Stevie Wonder!

Gal: It is?

Guy: Yeah! It’s “Superstition”!

Gal: Oh…

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Realizations

During the regular season.

CN: So, Josh Reddick took over for J.D. Drew.

RA: Oh really?  Is Drew injured?

CN: He was.

RA: So, wait, he’s not injured anymore?

CN: No.

RA: But wait, so, but he’s still not playing first string? They’re keeping Reddick in?

CN: Yeah, I guess so.

RA: But Reddick was playing right field because Drew was injured, but Drew isn’t injured anymore. Aren’t they going to  put Drew back in?

CN: I don’t think so.

RA:…oh, I don’t like that.  If I played baseball, I wouldn’t like that at all.

CN: I don’t think you have anything to worry about.

RA: [silence.]

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On Stacking Chairs

Closing: chairs come in                                                                                                               Corner stacks messy and neat                                                                                                    Makes me want to help

I wrote this haiku when I was in London at the Founders Arms, but it’s a feeling I have no matter where I am.  Usually, I’m at an event, a community discussion hosted by Coro Pittsburgh, a fundraiser/party like Love of Friends, The Midwife Center client picnic most recently,  where I concluded that the chairs at the Avalon Community Center are the worst to stack, where I am indeed helping to stack the chairs.  I can be involved in another “closing up” activity, but once people start stacking the chairs, I bee-line it over to help.  It’s probably because with stacking chairs, everyone knows what to do: you take these chairs, and you put them over there.  There’s a sense of accomplishment as you see the chairs stacked higher and higher.  There’s a community of people involved in the same task and you talk about the event, you talk about each other, and you talk about stacking the chairs.

On this particular night at the Founders Arms, the people working at the pub didn’t seem to care much if you were already there, they just dissuaded others from coming in, and cleaned up around us.  I had the feeling they were trying to give us a hint to move along, but was told otherwise.  That’s just how it’s done there.  I didn’t offer to help on this night.

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If YOU* want to stay in shape…

YOU have to have a workout buddy.  Period.

There are two types of workout buddies.  Within that venn diagram are running buddies, of which there are also two.

I’ll describe the first kind of running buddy.

Kelsey is my running buddy.  We’ve been running together for awhile now whenever our schedules match up.  Kelsey also runs with a few other friends all of whom train for marathons.   They run a lot.

This kind of running buddy is on the same page as you.  Of course you work hard, but it’s not outside of your limits to say the following kinds of things to your running buddy:

Hey, only wanna run 5 miles today?  That sounds great, I’m beat.

Hey, mind if we…skip the run today? Thank god you said that.

Hey, mind if we take it kind of easy on our run? Sure.

Hey, can we walk a bit? Totally.

With this kind of running buddy, you talk while you run, you have fun while working out.  These running buddies make sure you get out and get moving, and that’s important.

BUT, to not just stay fit, but to get better, you need a running buddy who is better than you.

This second kind of running buddy is NOT on the same page as you.

Sure, you might start your run off together, being all like, “we’re so bad ass, we’re running. Everyone else is totally not running right now.”  You might even high-five a few times, but soon, no.  Soon, you do not look like a zero calorie beer commercial, you look like shit, and your running buddy is about two blocks ahead of you.  What’s worse, you might catch up to your running buddy at a red light, and your running buddy might be waiting…for the light to turn green.  As soon as you catch up, (you might even have time to come to a complete stop) you think you’ll have a chance to talk to your running buddy.  You might.  You might have the following conversation:

Your running buddy: Which way?

You: Straight.

The light turns green and you have no break like the one your buddy took.  No, what will happen is your running buddy will turn back around and say, “lengthen your stride!” Translation: “run faster.”  You both know this.  But, you take the literal interpretation and say, in your mind, “If I do that, I could injure myself by changing my stride up too much.”  And, if you hadn’t already, you really begin to question the reasons your running buddy could possibly have to want to kill you.

Or, on the off chance you’re doing sprint workouts, and you’re running the length of a block as fast as you can, heaving and wanting to die, you’re running buddy will say, “now SPRINT!” and blow past you (even though your running buddy gave you a head start) and yes, you will whine, “I am sprinting!”

“What’s in it for the running buddy?” My running buddy asked me while we were “running,” meaning I was shouting at him from about 20 yards up the road what could possibly be in it for the other running buddy, to which he replied, “I can’t hear you.”

What’s in it for the stronger running buddy?

Well, they get to go for a jaunt.  Get their muscles loosened up a bit.

Beyond that, I think here is where things get sinister, I don’t know, I’m not a “stronger” running buddy for anyone, but, well, the running buddy get’s to chase something, and that is primal fun.  But more, the stronger running buddy gets to beat the weaker running buddy…all the time  Sometimes if feels good to be strong.  I could only imagine.

Is that it? Is that all the stronger running buddy gets?

If all involved play their cards right, at the end of your workout, you get to take a shower with your running buddy, and in those situations, everybody wins.

*Now imagine, all thoses "yous" are "ME"! (and "I")

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