It’s long been known that cells accumulate flotsam from the wear and tear of everyday living. Broken or misshapen proteins, shreds of cellular membranes, invasive viruses or bacteria, and worn-out, broken-down cellular components, like aged mitochondria, the tiny organelles within cells that produce energy, form a kind of trash heap inside the cell.

In most instances, cells diligently sweep away this debris. They even recycle it for fuel. Through a process with the expressive name of autophagy, or “self-eating,” cells create specialized membranes that engulf junk in the cell’s cytoplasm and carry it to a part of the cell known as the lysosome, where the trash is broken apart and then burned by the cell for energy.

Without this efficient system, cells could become choked with trash and malfunction or die. In recent years, some scientists have begun to suspect that faulty autophagy mechanisms contribute to the development of a range of diseases, including diabetes, muscular dystrophy, Alzheimer’s and cancer. The slowing of autophagy as we reach middle age is also believed to play a role in aging.

Most metabolism researchers think that the process evolved in response to the stress of starvation; cells would round up and consume superfluous bits of themselves to keep the rest of the cell alive. In petri dishes, the rate of autophagy increases when cells are starved or otherwise placed under physiological stress.

Exercise, of course, is physiological stress. But until recently, few researchers had thought to ask whether exercise might somehow affect the amount of autophagy within cells and, if so, whether that mattered to the body as a whole.

After reading this (at 4am, as I was unable to get back to sleep), I had two thoughts:

1. Yup, definitely gotta exercise more, and
2. Those poor mice.

I would make a lousy biology researcher.

The first thing I did when I hurt my back was stop exercising. Which is scary for me because as I’ve said exercise is key to my mental as well as physical health. Someone told me that eating 10 percent fewer calories would keep my mood elevated (possibly relying on this book Eat Your Way To Happiness, I don’t know. (Oh, and apparently calorie restriction improves your memory too. That’s a good factoid to know. I hope I remember it.)

The holidays came and went (urp!) and then Darin and the kids and I went to Hawaii for a week. Yeah, I know, my life is rough. Unlike the last time I was in Hawaii, though, I didn’t run at all. The streets were incredibly narrow (when I say they were two-car-lengths wide, I’m including the shoulder, except on the single-lane bridges) and the sand on the beach so dense and heavy that my foot would sink into it. I just relaxed.

But, I have an image of what I want to accomplish this year, so I was back at the gym today. I told my trainer, “I haven’t exercised in three weeks, and I want to take anything slightly stressful to my back off the table for the time being.” My back has been fine, but why chance it?

We did a modest workout. I know I’m no bodybuilder in training, but man this was a mild workout. Split leg squats with no dumbbells! Straight leg rows at 70 pounds! Not even trying to get to the bicep curls! And I still know I’m going to be mildly sore all over tomorrow.

But this is where I have to start at the moment. There’s no use wishing I could do the workout I was doing in early December — that girl managed to hurt herself bad (I’m pretty sure I hurt my back during my workout). I’m not one of these natural athletes that holds my development indefinitely. I have to start where I am and slowly work back to it.

I just hope I don’t hurt enough to keep me from running. Which somehow is on the schedule for tomorrow, although I can’t quite figure out how.

I stopped being so hardcore is what happened.

Since I feel better both mentally and physically when I exercise, I need to get back on the stick. I have my general goals, and then I have my reach-for-the-stars goal.

My exercise goals for 2012:

• Run at minimum 3 days a week.
• Lift weights at minimum 2 days a week.
• Run a marathon in under 5 hours.

Which means, running friends, I want to do another marathon. I did one in September last year and it was total crap: there was a five mile stretch both out and back that basically was a single lane through blond gravel, so it was painful, annoying, and blinding…for ten miles of the 26; they didn’t have enough water/refreshment stations and they weren’t stocked well; it was hot. I didn’t do well for a number of reasons, but one reason is that I need to concentrate more on training to do more than 26 miles. Most training programs for beginners/non-elite runners seem to taper off at 20 miles in the training, and every marathon I completely bonk out at 21 or 22 miles. So I need to work on training runs of 25 to 30 miles. I can’t believe I’m actually typing that out, but there it is!

So: let’s do another marathon! Santa Barbara’s half marathon was great, so I wouldn’t mind going back down there!

My friends who say they’ve seen ghosts? I suspect that something else happened during their encounter other than “confrontation with an otherworldly spirit,” but the idea of actually interacting with a ghost is mega-awesome-cool.

(I refer you to Stephen King’s take on The Amityville Horror from the perspective of an adult. As a kid, you’re terrified, you’re watching this and thinking, OMG get out! As an adult, you watch the destruction happening in that house and all you can think is, “How would I explain this to my insurance company?”)

I’ve visited a couple of astrologers who came highly recommended by friends as being amazingly accurate. Like, everything they said came true. One of the astrologers told me I was never going to have kids. That’s how accurate my astrological readings were. I do not know of an astrologer I can recommend to you, sorry.

I visited an acupuncturist for two or three session. I can’t remember what the reason that drove me to an acupuncturist was. Acupuncture is a very strange experience and I actually recommend getting a session once — if I can stand having needles driven into my skin, trust me, you’ll be fine. But nothing happened as a result of the acupuncture.

One friend told me that the first time she meditated she had an extreme religious experience. Another one told me about a vision that was so intense he opened his eyes — and when he closed them again, the vision kept right on going. Me? Every time I’ve meditated I’ve spent most of my time trying to sit still and count my breaths. I’ve still gotten a lot out of meditation…I just haven’t had otherworldly experiences at it.

Which brings me to exercise and why it took me so damn long to realize that yes, exercise was having a profound effect on my life.

I don’t like to exercise. I often describe my exercise routine as “The triumph of determination over genetics, ability, and desire.” If I could have all of the same effects from sitting on a couch eating bonbons as I do from exercise, my butt would be on that couch so fast the bonbons would wonder what had happened. My friend Nina (with whom I ran the Seattle and San Francisco Marathons) looooves to exercise — she exercises for the hell of it. I associate exercise with being made fun of in gym class.

There are lots and lots of genuine physical benefits to exercising. I find weightlifting 1000 times more useful for losing weight and keeping it off than cardio (provided you do weightlifting with a purpose and a plan and not just picking up a few weights here and there). I think having a steady cardio routine does increase my energy during the day overall, although the effect is minimal on a day-to-day basis. In fact, my usual response to the axiom that “Exercise gives you energy!” is “Exercise makes me tired!” Which is does. Right at that moment. Overall, however, I have more energy.

Before I go to the gym I come up with all of the reasons I don’t want to go: “I don’t wanna.” “I’m busy.” “What’s the point?” I have to bargain with myself: “Just do one set of each exercise and you can go.” Once I get there, I do my full workout. Afterward, no matter how the workout went, I feel better. I definitely feel like a happier and more positive person than I did before I went to the gym. Somehow, however, my brain can’t figure out that going to the gym is a net-positive, and almost every time I’m going to the gym I have to go through that bargaining session.

I do it, though. I have to exercise. I’ve discovered I have no choice. Not just the physical effects. Not just the reminder to keep my body in good shape. No, it has incredibly profound and noticeable effects on my mood and my mind.

On days when I have a huge run of 15 miles or more I’m far more likely to be napping in the afternoon than saying, “C’mon, kids, let’s put on a show!” But if I don’t exercise regularly, I nap every afternoon.

This was actually a problem when the kids were little and I didn’t exercise much. I would lay on the couch, unable to stay awake, and they would watch Dora the Explorer or whatever. When the show was over, Sophia would poke me and I would wake up long enough to put on a new episode for them. I haven’t spent an afternoon like that in, literally, years.

The biggest and most repeatable effect that exercise has given me is that it has completely changed my brain chemistry. If I exercise regularly, I am happy and productive. If I don’t exercise, I am depressed and weepy.

There’s a one-to-one correlation on this.

Exercise: wake up every day and go about my day.

Don’t exercise: wake up and think, Enh, I’ll go back to bed. And really feel a complete lack of hope in my day, despite absolutely nothing have happened that might cause that.

So there isn’t a question of whether I’m going to exercise. It’s like brushing my teeth at this point: I have to do it. This effect is probably why I’ve only had the runner’s high once or twice with all of the running I’ve done — the endorphins are spending the rest of their time lifting my mood out of the dirt. They don’t have time to give me a real zing.

I discovered this, by the way, because I used to take anti-depressants. The more I kept exercising, the better my mood was getting…yet I’d continually forgotten to take the pills. Eventually I said, “Apparently I’ve gone cold turkey without meaning to, so I’m going to stop taking these altogether, ‘kay?”

It’s hard when I throw my back out or when I travel, particularly to cold climates. Generally the longest I can go is a week before I get a wave of melancholy, and that’s enough to make me say, “Okay, gotta go for three.” I don’t think I have to exercise a lot to achieve this effect — maybe three days a week is good enough.

The rest of the time, the exercise is to keep my body in shape. Yeah, there’s no getting away from that angle, I’m afraid.

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Oh! I forgot the one “offbeat” experience I tried that really did work for me: chiropractic. I’ve seen a couple of chiropractors over the years — I have a herniated disk in my lower lumbar — and I’d say the sum total of benefit received was about zero. Chiropractic really ranked around the level of astrology for me. I was about ready to get a prescription for medical marijuana to deal with the pain and have I ever mentioned to you what I think of cannabis? (If you enjoy it, godspeed. I’m one of the people who it affects very, very badly.)

A few years ago I threw my back out and my trainer at the gym told me to go see his chiropractor. I really didn’t want to. What was the point, really?

Then the pain got worse and if you’ve had really bad, chronic pain, you know you’ll try anything, even if you suspect it’s probably quackery.

I went to see my trainer’s chiro and in one visit, he reduced my pain about ninety percent. In the morning I couldn’t stand, sit, or lie down comfortably, and in the afternoon I could.I didn’t have to wonder, “Is this effective? Kind of? Sort of?” After the next few visits, my pain was entirely gone.

His name is Armen Agacanyan and he is amazing. He used to have an office near Santana Row, but now he’s moved to having his office solely in Morgan Hill. I don’t care. Driving down there is completely worth it.

The simple answer: The Curly Girl method.

I have had decades of hating my hair. From my mother pulling it unmercifully when combing it out to the other girls at school asking (yes, literally), “Did you stick your finger in a light socket?” to the heartbreak of split ends, I loathed my hair. When I was 10 or 11 I actually cut my hair off because I was so tired of being made fun of for having frizzy hair. The only time it behaved was when I put it up in a ponytail or tight braids. I never had long hair because long, frizzy hair is basically a one-way trip to Roseanne Roseannadanna-ville. To grow my hair one inch vertically requires about two inches of actual hair.

Since I’ve gone all-in on Curly Girl, I think my hair has grown 5 inches and it’s past my shoulders now. It’s shinier, bouncier, and, yes, curlier than ever. I’ve even gotten a bonus side effect I wasn’t expecting, but which I’m absolutely sure is a result of my new hair care regimen. (I’ll put it at the end of this blog post, under the TMI section.)

You can read all about the Curly Girl method in Curly Girl: The Handbook by Lorraine Massey. You can also read more than you can believe on the method and the products you should use at NaturallyCurly.com (note: I’ve got nothing to do with that site, I’m just a satisfied customer). And here’s another pretty good page on how to get started with the Curly Girl method from WikiHow.

Here’s the basics to get you started.

1. Stop washing your hair with the vast majority of hair care products.

You don’t want sulfates or silicones in your shampoo or conditioner. Sulfates strip your hair of its natural oils, and silicones coat the strands of your hair, making it feel soft and silky for a little while…at the same time keeping out moisture and making your hair dry, frizzy, and generally miserable. (So you wash harder. And use more silicone-rich conditioner. And so on, and so on…)

So the first thing to do is basically throw out every hair care product you have, because most of them contain sulfates or ingredients that end in -cone, -conol, or -xane. And all of them have ingredient lists too small to be read by the naked eye.

Most (but not all) of the hair care products at Whole Foods are good. (Yes, it’s time to go all vegan on your haircare regime and Read the labels.) A lot of the Suave products (but not all) are good. You can do a search at naturallycurly.com or use their iPhone app called Curls on the Go to look up various products and what people say about them. Most of the products at curlmart.com are perfect.

YES, buying all of these new products may be expensive, but a)you have to buy new haircare products anyhow, don’t you? and b)it’s cheaper than therapy. Also…you get to try new beauty products!

2. Actually, while you’re at it, stop washing your hair.

Yeah, I know. Sounds gross, right? I exercise 4-7 days a week and I thought, I mustmustmust wash my hair every time!

Going to every third day—a feat I would have sworn was impossible when I started—has done wonders for the health of my hair.

(If you have really oily hair, you might need to read what other oily curlies on CurlTalk (naturallycurly.com’s forum) have to say about what they do. Curly hair tends to be dry; oily curly hair is a pain in the tuchis. So read up.)

3. From now on, the only time you get to comb your hair is when it’s wet. And you only use a comb with big, widely-spaced teeth.

The number one bete noire of the curly girl is the split end, which we get with alarming frequency. So we use conditioners and haircare products with silicones in them to damp down the frizzies, which only exacerbates the problem.

You can practically cure the frizzies overnight by throwing your brush away and only combing when your hair is wet and thickly coated with conditioner. There’s a reason your hair is always easier to handle when it’s got conditioner on it; work with this knowledge.

And comb it upside down. Bend over at the waist and comb down. You need to get the hair away from your scalp. This will help with the ever important “lift” (that thing movie stars always have, so the hair “lifts” off their head and looks much richer and thicker?).

4. Put hairstyling product in your hair when it’s sopping wet.

Not when it’s dry. Once it’s dry, you don’t mess with it again until the next time you wash it. (The only exceptions to this: when you “scrunch out the crunch” from your product or when you scrunch in a little curl activator. But other than that: nonono.)

This is what I do: take a handful of product (I like Curl Junkie Coffee-Coco Curl Creme or Curl Junkie Curls In A Bottle, both available from CurlMart)—and when I say “handful” I don’t mean “quarter-sized dollop,” I mean “a goodly amount”—and bent over at the waist I scrunch it into my hair, lifting up from the ends and scrunching the hair upwards. Do not spread your fingers and comb the product through your hair! Let the product spread over your natural curl clumps. (This process sounds weird, but you get the hang of it very fast.)

5. STOP BLOWDRYING. NOW.

Absolutely the worst thing we can do for our hair. Straight hair people can do things like blowdry their hair, because hair oils and sebum drip straight down their hair from the root to the ends and the shaft is protected. Curlies do not get oil and sebum all over their hair, because of (duh) the curl. The shaft is basically nekkid. You. Cannot. Blowdry. You are drying out your hair and begging for split ends doing that.

You’re killing your hair with a blowdryer. I don’t care how long your hair is or how long it takes to dry—you need to stretch out the washes. Experiment with some of the key changes, and work your way up to every other day. And then every third day. Your hair will love you for it.

With my hair still sopping wet, I put it in a “plop” and leave it in the towel for a half hour or so. I know, all this stupid new terminology. What “plopping” allows is for your hair to dry with the roots laying naturally and not being dragged down toward the ground by gravity. This is very important to get lift into your hair. (The best way of all to dry your hair would be to lie on the side of a bed and let your hair hang down from your scalp, but that’s not always possible, now is it?)

“Plopping” is way better than twisting your hair in a turban, which just stresses your curls, so STOP doing that too. (Google “How to plop hair” and you will get lots of links and videos on how to do it. It’s not hard, and it’s GREAT for your hair.)

If your hair takes too long to dry before you go to work, wash your hair the night before and plop it overnight. (Ever noticed your hair looks a heck of a lot better if you wash it at night and then fall asleep with it? Because it’s not fighting gravity, that’s why.)

<Joan Crawford voice>NO. BLOWDRYERS. EVER.</Joan Crawford voice>

6. Put your hair up for bed.

If you’re not going to be combing and brushing your hair any more (and you’re NOT), you need to keep it from being a tangled mess. Here are a few ways of doing that:

1. Braid your hair before bed.
2. Put your hair in a ponytail or a pineapple (a ponytail on the top of your head).
3. Wear a satin nightcap.

Some women also have a satin pillowcase for their pillow.

I felt ridiculous putting my hair in a pineapple ponytail. Dorky gigantic fountain of hair is dorky! But the next morning, when I took my hair down and it looked PERFECT? Well, Darin was welcome to make fun of me if he wanted to: I was pineappling my hair every night. And it doesn’t get all messy and tangly the way it always has. And I have “lift” in my hair every day.

Your hair will thank you.

7. Get a new hairdresser.

Okay, this is probably the worst one to deal with, but very, very necessary.

Most hairdressers are taught how to cut straight hair. Straight hair is the same whether it’s dry or wet, so cut away! When it’s wet, you know how it’s going to look when dry: exactly the same, only with less moisture involved.

Not so for curly hair. We all know that wet curly hair (with the big straggly curl clumps and weird shape) looks 100% different than when it’s dry. So why on Earth would you cut it when it’s wet, when you don’t know how it’s going to look when it’s dry.

You have to find a hairdresser who will cut your hair dry. It’s as simple as that. They cut it, and then they wash it. If your hairdresser won’t cut your hair dry, FIND A NEW HAIRDRESSER.

I ran into a woman at the local coffee roasters who had the most perfect curly hair I’ve ever seen in my entire damn life and I asked her where she got it cut. One of the places she mentioned is Madusalon, which is a curly salon in San Francisco. I drove up there one day (hey! I was desperate!) for a two hour haircut (I know, right?) that left me with the best head of hair I’d ever had in my life…and I got the same results when working my hair at home.

I’ve since found curly salons much closer to home, but Madu was the first place to give me hope that I really could get a great haircut that looked good the next day.

Naturallycurly.com also has a list of hairdressers who cut curlies dry.

And now the TMI portion of this blog entry

I have suffered a horrible patch of psoriasis on my scalp since high school. Probably since I got hormones, you know? Terrible, horrible, flaky, itching, red. I hated having anyone (read: guys I was dating) touch the back of my head, because I was sure they were going to be able to tell I had this horrible, bumpy, grotesque patch of skin. Since at least freshman year of high school, okay? So I’ve had it a few years. I’ve seen several dermatologists. I’ve washed in gallons of zinc shampoo, both over the counter and prescription—mostly this served to tone down the itching, but the patch stayed right where it was. Psoriasis was simply a chronic condition I was going to have to live with.

Within a few months of going completely Curly Girl, the psoriasis has disappeared.

As in: Totally Gone.

Nothing but scalp skin.

Do yourself a favor and at the very least stop using those horrible drugstore shampoos, okay?

We finished. I have photographic proof.

That’s about the most cogent thing I have to say about the San Francisco Marathon right now. Perhaps the Wall Street Journal can speak more effectively?

The Race Even Marathoners Fear

Every year, marathons in New York and Chicago draw some 40,000 participants each.

But not the San Francisco Marathon. The race, which takes place July 25, attracted fewer than 7,000 runners last year, and open slots for the upcoming event remain plentiful. The reason: San Francisco’s famous hills, which draw tourists from around the world, are a bear for runners to traverse. “To put it tactfully, this course is not for the casual runner,” says Jenny Schmitt, spokeswoman for the San Francisco Marathon.

The San Francisco Marathon’s low profile frustrates its fans. This year, the race’s organizers have hired new publicists to try to raise its profile. Many runners loath to do the full race have been drawn to a half-marathon option added about a decade ago, and more recently a second half-marathon alternative route has been put in place.

Going the whole distance in San Francisco has put off some first-time marathoners who don’t want to risk falling short of the finish line. And many seasoned runners don’t want to waste their energies on a race that offers no hope of setting a personal record.

Personal record? PERSONAL RECORD? I took up belief in a spiritual being so I could pray to someone to put me out of my misery. We finished with a time of 5:40, or 40 minutes longer than we did Seattle. I suspected I hadn’t trained enough for this, and wow, did this marathon prove me right.

At mile 21 or 22 (when the women running next to us were cracking me up by thanking every cop and every Hell’s Angel—noIamtotallynotkidding—who were in charge of stopping traffic to let us run by with “Thank you! You rock! I love you!”), we came to a short but definite downhill and I said to Nina, “You know you’re in a bad spot when running downhill doesn’t feel good.”

Don’t get me wrong. It’s a gorgeous marathon. You go through many, many, many beautiful and scenic areas of San Francisco, including an out-and-back across the Golden Gate Bridge. You go through Fisherman’s Wharf. You make a large loop around AT&T Park. It’s really some excellent sightseeing.

We actually did the first half (around the Embarcadero, across the bridge, then up through Sea Cliff and over to Golden Gate Park) in two and a half hours, which was exactly our pace for the Seattle marathon. We had really high hopes for doing San Francisco with much the same time.

Then we ran west through Golden Gate Park, followed by east through Golden Gate Park, and I kid you not: it was uphill both ways. By the time we made it out of the Park and into the Haight-Ashbury, I was done for.

Most popular line Nina and I used during the race: “This is the last hill! I’m absolutely sure of it!”

I’m completely sore today (even hobbling a little bit), in a way I wasn’t after our 20 mile run a few weeks ago or even the Seattle Marathon, so I’m guessing it was the hills. I have to do a lot more hill training. Let’s put it this way: I’ve been telling myself I need to do more hill training, and now I just had the school bully slap me across the face a few times with a loud “HA HA.” I’m not feeling as psyched about running as I have in the past: I’m actually suffering post-race blues.

Nina says we have to run another marathon or we’ll never run a long race again. I don’t think today is the day to decide about that.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Lao-tzu, The Way of Lao-tzu
Chinese philosopher (604 BC – 531 BC)

I Googled this quotation to make sure I had it right, and I discovered a translation even more interesting underneath the popular understanding.

Although this is the popular form of this quotation, a more correct translation from the original Chinese would be “The journey of a thousand miles begins beneath one’s feet.” Rather than emphasizing the first step, Lau Tzu regarded action as something that arises naturally from stillness. Another potential phrasing would be “Even the longest journey must begin where you stand.” [note by Michael Moncur, September 01, 2004]

In other words: Begin where you are. Get the feet moving.

I did, in fact, make my goal of running 1000 miles in 2009. In fact, I made it to 1001.5, as the running watch flies. It was not easy, because while I was way ahead of the game by the end of June (when I ran the marathon), I slacked off immediately thereafter. By October, I realized I was well behind where I needed to be to get to 1000. I really had to start ramping up the mileage in November, which wasn’t easy, given that we were spending a week in Michigan, and I had to do 120 miles in December. The most I’d run all year was 130, and that was when I was training for a marathon.

(As it turned out, I could have run in Michigan: while it was colder than it was here, it wasn’t that much colder than the coldest days I’ve run in this area. No snow, only a little rain. Lesson #1: bring your damn running stuff with you.)

I ran the 120 miles in December, even though I had to give up weight training to do it. I’ve definitely found that once I get to about 90 miles for the month, doing any other sort of exercise along with the running becomes impossible. I keep expecting my body is going to adjust upwards, but no: over 90, and running is all you get.

The question becomes, of course: Why on Earth did I pursue this goal?

And the answer is: To see if I could do it.

When I signed up for the challenge (at 3fatchicks.com, best site on the Web for weight loss support!), I thought, This is insane. Then I thought: I wonder how far I’ll get. The idea attracted me strongly, so I put “Run 1000 miles” on my list of goals for the year, and every time I went running I added the total to a spreadsheet I’d made to keep track. Once I made it a goal, I think my mind started figuring out how I could do it.

I’ve found that making a list of 10 goals for the year is really valuable, if I really sit down and think about what I want to accomplish. Not what I think I should do, but what I want to do. The process outlined in Your Best Year Ever! by Jinny Ditzler has helped me a lot to make goal lists for the year. Making lists of goals I should do is a complete waste of time, and I’ve never made a New Year’s Resolution in my life. But seriously considering things I would like to accomplish during a year, writing it down, and posting it somewhere where I can see: that has been a powerful and useful practice, one I highly recommend.

(Another recommendation for a yearly practice I highly encourage: finding your Word of the Year, which I got from Christine Kane. It really sets your mood for the whole year, particularly if you keep reminding yourself of it at various times. It’s a shorthand way of reminding yourself what kind of experience you want to have, without beating yourself over the head about doing this, that, or the other.)

Doing 1000 miles reminded me that I can take a crazy, outsized goal and actually achieve it. That when I think of something I want to do and immediately react with, “Oh no, I could never do that,” I can remind myself, “You did one thousand miles, babe. You can do this.”

One really important part of making 1000 miles was that I told myself I could do it, over and over again, reminding myself of the goal, seeing myself finishing. It was a goal far outside my comfort zone—I run somewhere between 9 and 11 minutes a mile, depending on terrain and my exhaustion level, so 1000 miles is a hell of time investment, not to mention the physical costs. And yet it was really exhilarating (even while it was exhausting) to keep racking up the miles.

(By the way, if at any time my body had hurt (beyond the simple aches of making it move), I would have stopped. These people who run through crippling pain? I am not that person.)

I’m not sure I would even think about doing it again, except my running bud Nina wants to run 1000 miles this year, and I am duty-bound to get her there! I don’t know if it can really count as a yearly goal this time around though.

I’ve started working on a couple of side projects—one of them that I’m willing to share with the world right now is Let The Freak Flag Fly, a blog dedicated to people being who they gotta be. I find stories about people who find out who they really are and live large as a result to be very inspiring, mostly as I am trying to find my own identity for this period in my life.

If you have any suggestions for topics or want to suggest URLs or even want to write an entry about how you let the freak flag fly, please drop me a line at diane -at- let-the-freak-flag-fly-.-com (please to remove all dashes and spaces and replace the at with an at-sign…you know the drill).

• The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin, who also has a new book by that name (which I haven’t read but sounds very interesting and very much the sort of thing I’ve started doing on my own anyhow right now). A regular gal—albeit one who clerked for a Supreme Court justice—decides to investigate the various bits of advice she’s found hither and yon on what makes for happiness and actually does them to see how well they work.

• Tiny Buddha by assorted authors. Yes, we’re back onto the happiness/zen/meditation track here, but hey: that’s what I’m interested in these days! Nice articles about the little things you can do in your every day life to improve your experience and the experiences of those around you.

• The Great Fitness Experiment by Charlotte Hilton Andersen. Ever read some fitness magazine’s recommended workout and thought, I wonder if that really works? Well, Charlotte doesn’t just wonder; she goes ahead and does it. One experiment per month, undertaken with hilarious and awe-inspiring intensity. She’s a witty, fun writer whose explorations into all things health and fitness will knock you upside the head. Also: she just had a baby. Ever wonder how to get your groove back after having a baby? Imagine you’re on the newest of four young tots. Yeah. It’s good stuff.

• Cookie Madness by Anna. Seriously, do I need to explain this one? Pictures + recipes + descriptions of COOKIES (and other tasty baked treats) = love. It’s Cookies. It’s Madness. Go.

• Bakerella by Bakerella (who’s probably a baker named Ella, natch). Usually when I think “crafty,” I think “manipulative and evil, and can you teach me how to do that?” When Bakerella does crafty, I think “gorgeous, amazing, and tasty, and can you teach me how to do that?” Oh, I want to be able to create the sorts of treasures you find here.

• Copenhagenize by Mikael. Mikael would like us to Copenhagenize the planet—that is, put everyone on a bicycle and get us out of our cars. They did it in Copenhagen (a city once devoted to its cars), so let’s get out there, folks! Since I feel this is an admirable goal (even as I still drive around in my 8 year old, 100k mile Honda Odyssey), I think everyone should read the inspiring tales of moving to better transportation.

• The Secret Diary of Steve Jobs by Fake Steve (or Real Dan Lyons). I know, Fake Steve’s been around for years, with a prolonged hiatus during Real Steve’s medical issues. Now he’s back and when Fake Steve is on, he’s on. The whole crusade against AT&T’s annoyingly sucky service? Excellent, Smithers. His series of slams on Tiger Woods? Evil but hilarious. Whenever I see terrible retail layout (I’m looking at you, Borders) or seriously tacky bling (that would be you, teenagers), I hear Fake Steve’s snarky voice in my head.

  Darin, surprisingly, does not find Fake Steve as hilarious I do. I can’t imagine why.

1) Breathe in for a count of four, and then breathe out for a count of four.

2) Do a chakra meditation. I can’t remember where I read about this, but you imagine light (or energy, or the universe, or whatever) pouring into your body, and it lights up your first chakra, which is red and sits at the root of your spine, then the second chakra, which is orange and is roughly where your internal genitals are, then the third… There are seven spots, not hard to learn them, and they follow the colors of the rainbow.

3) Do a verbal chant, such as “Ooooooommmmmm” on the out breath.

Why do I do these funky (and quite frankly, extremely Californian) meditations?

Because they allow me to empty my mind and only focus on that one thing. It’s almost impossible for my mind to wander if I’m fixated on visualizing lights of various colors lighting up through my body. I don’t actually feel any different when I visualize an area lighting up with energy, but I sure can’t think about anything else. (I have a very strong visualization muscle–I really “see” things when I imagine.) And if I spend time focusing on my body, I will relax the various areas as I go through them.

With the “Om” I don’t believe it’s really the sound from the birth of the universe, or whatever it’s supposed to be. (Sorry: am card-carrying atheist.) Chanting that sound just massages my body from the inside, being both soothing and tingly at the same time. Seriously, take a moment right now (possibly in your bathroom or your closet or something where no one will hear you) and say “Oooooommmmmm” a couple of times, really letting it reverberate through you. Doesn’t that feel wonderful? Now imagine it saying it for twenty minutes straight. You’ll feel like you got a tummy massage.

Our brains don’t want to calm down. Meditation is you learning how to take control of your mind. When your mind wanders onto thoughts of what you should be doing or your shopping list, a great technique to deal with it is just say “Thoughts, thoughts” and dismiss them. Or, if like me, your mind wanders to fantasies about what you should have said to the rude salesclerk or what life would be like living in a fabulous Paris apartment, say “Fantasy, fantasy” and get back to the whole breath-counting thing. I can fantasize any time (and if you know me, you know I probably am). There’s plenty of time during the day to fantasize about my Parisian castle while standing in line at a store to buy that thing I didn’t buy from the rude salesclerk.

What’s the point of all this sitting in place and counting breaths and quieting the mind?

I have no idea.

But it feels awesome.

On days when I don’t meditate, I can feel it. I start feeling antsy. I crave those minutes of just sitting there and doing nothing.

I don’t think it’s improved me as a person yet: I haven’t had any spiritual experiences, I haven’t heard a small internal voice telling me what I should do with my life, and I’m not noticeably calmer during the day (I think). But that twenty or thirty minutes of sitting with myself has really helped me say, “You know, taking a little time just for myself and quieting my mind is worthwhile.”

So, of late I’ve become a big proselytizer for taking up a meditation practice. I guess I should put up some links here for places you can check out for more info, but frankly, all you need is ten minutes and a willingness to give it a shot. Honestly, it’s really as wonderful as all the propaganda has made it out to be.

That “Now what?” turns out to be the actual hardest thing. Because once you’ve reached that goal, there’s the inevitable letdown. Now what in the hell do I do?

In the months leading up to the marathon—April, May, and June—I ran 108, 135, and 116.7 miles. (Subtract 26.2 from June’s total for the actual training miles). In July, August, and September I ran 50, 50.5, and 53.5. That’s me slacking off a lot. I’ve gained about four pounds since the marathon, which isn’t too bad, but you have to nip that sort of thing in the bud quickly, before four turns into fifteen. (I have continued working out with weights, and I still weigh myself every morning, although I’m not as manic about it as I was a year ago.)

I looked at my 2009 mileage total and discovered that I need to run 23.2 miles a week from here on out to get to 1000 for the year. I’m currently at 764.7, in case anyone wants to check my math. I’ll be out of commission for at least one week (that I know of right now), so that 23.2 miles total bumps up to about 25 or 26.

26 miles a week from here to the end of December.

Hey, that’s like a goal. A goal gives me something to aim for. 26 miles a week. A long weekend run of 10-12, then two midweek runs of 6 and 8. If I ever do a longer run, I bank that many more miles toward 1000. (It doesn’t mean I get to slack off on planned runs. That way leads to sleeping in!)

Now I have a plan, an incentive to get my butt out the door and do some of those longer runs. I’m actually kind of excited about getting on the road again