Am I Fit Minded?

I started my new Fit Minded Book Club tonight.  I am so excited to really sink my teeth in and had to go back and reread a blog I did for Momaha.com (read here).  I wanted to see what I had hoped to gain when I was invited to join FMBC and to see if after my first meeting I still felt that my objectives were attainable.

Tonight was mostly business…. discussing the syllabus (yes there is one for all you type A’s), books, goals of the club, why we were there, who we are and so on.  Dr. Huberty, the facilitator and my friend, has done an amazing amount of research on women and their physical activity patterns but she’s not your typical “academic.”  She has a knack for connecting with women and for understanding the barriers that keep us from being our very best.

I feel like I’m on the verge of some major understanding of myself, my preconceptions and my hard wiring… hard wiring that has kept me from being my best for a long time.  I’m very excited about this journey and hope that I can maintain my enthusiasm over the next 8 months that the book club takes place.

Stay tuned!!

Music Review: Sonny Rollins: Saxophone Colossus

My Better Half Music Review

A casual fan of Jazz will likely know the great tenor saxophonist Sonny Rollins.  By casual I mean someone like me who, at one point in time, felt obligated to like jazz because of the inherent Cool that comes along with membership in the elite club of knowing music Gods who hear the beat and changes that mere mortals cannot.  Sitting next to “Kind of Blue” on your CD rack or iTunes Jazz Genre list may be Rollins’ 1956 magnum opus “Saxophone Colossus.”  I have selected for review what most causal fans have already come to accept as a masterpiece.  This one is a no-brainer but I recommend it highly because it helped me graduate from casual fan status who wanted to like jazz for all the wrong reasons to rabid, frothing at the ears Jazz fiend looking for his next melodic surprise, chasing the incendiary sax solo dragon….

I won’t pretend to write like a real critic or one who lasted more than one season of piano lessons as a kid, but if this piece makes it to one jazz burn-out who, upon reading this purchases “Saxophone Colossus” and gives Jazz another whirl, I’ll be delighted.  This is an accessible album and a joy from calypso start to blues finish.
I had the pleasure of seeing Sonny Rollins live in San Francisco in 2005 and by then was familiar with his biography; one time convicted robber cum heroine addict that like so few Jazz greats, kicked the habit and honed his craft.  In 1959 after achieving critical acclaim Sonny disappeared from the music scene, disappointed that he may have reached the limits of his talent.  That he could be found many nights blowing his saxophone on New York’s Williamsburg Bridge striving for something transcendent and new is the stuff of jazz legend.  I try and stay away from that kind of romantic and distracting view of the tortured jazz artist but listening to the third track on “Saxophone Colossus,” “Strode Rode” (a tribute to trumpeter Freddie Webster) it becomes evident you are listening to a musician truly pushing the limits and less than a minute into the track you get a sense of the battle raging between fierce, improvisational solo and the important silence and timing between his playing and the rat-a-tat-tat drumming of the immortal Max Roach and the equally passionate piano playing of Tommy Flanagan.  The opening track “St. Thomas” is perhaps the most familiar song if not melody (“Moritat,” the fourth track and “Mack the Knife” in English will also be instantly recognizable) and contains effortless playing and an extremely contagious melody.  Simply put, this album can light Saturday night on fire and ease you into Sunday morning in the same song.  It’s hard for me to pick a stand out track but if you have 11 minutes before your next stop and it’s raining out, play “Blue 7” and by the time you arrive at your destination you will have taken a step closer to at least the self-perception that you are more hip than you were when you started your trip.

Travel Bug

We had some unexpected guests this past weekend.  We had them for dinner on Saturday night and received offers to visit them in their home countries someday.  Someday to me means, “let’s get something on the calendar.”

We are in no way able to make those kind of travel arrangements, at this time.  My husband will be starting a new job in less than two weeks and my children are still young and squirmy; possibly too squirmy for a full 24 hours of travel.

It is fun to look at maps and book virtual flights.  I’m hoping that someday soon, we will be able to visit our new international friends on their home turf as I’ve never been to Belgium, Holland, Spain or Italy but now we have extra incentive to want to go…

WHY? WHY? WHY?


Why can’t I get good at running?  On Saturday morning, I went to the gym and ran for 60 straight minutes and I can honestly say, it wasn’t a half bad experience.  So, I decided that I might consider thinking about training for a half marathon – you can tell how dedicated to this I am, huh?


Unfortunately, with a sick baby and a traveling husband, I haven’t been to the gym much this week.  I went tonight and had to stop 20 minutes into my run.  I was so disappointed.  What happened to my newfound runner within?  Why can’t I put together multiple good runs?  Why can’t I “jones” to put on my Nikes and hit the pavement?  Why can’t I become lean and lithe because my addiction to running is taking over my addiction to Edy’s Take the Cake ice cream and Whole Foods Chicken Salad?

I have some friends that claim they love to run.  They continue to enter and complete marathons all over the country.  I want to be that person… but really I’m the person that would like to sleep in and cheer them on before I enjoy a chocolate croissant and a cup of coffee in a street side cafe.  Then I would do a little big city shopping and catch my aforementioned friend at the finish line.

Why, why, why can’t I be a runner?



March of Dimes

It’s that time again… the March of Dimes March for Babies.  This is a cause near and dear to our heart since  it was under a year ago that I delivered a premature baby 9 weeks early.  Please read my blog on MOmaha.com

http://www.momaha.com/article/20100406/MOMS02/100409729/-1#amy-grace-little-preemie

OR visit our Team page to walk and/or donate in Grant’s honor.

http://www.marchforbabies.org//s_team_page.asp?seid=1414397

What a miracle baby we have that is happy and most of all, healthy.  Please help us reach our goal for those that aren’t so fortunate!

Thanks and TGIF!