Do more, work more, accomplish more, be more, have more.
And more is causing us chronic stress.
And more is giving us ulcers, migraines, acid reflux, and high blood pressure.
And more is slowly but surely killing us.
I’m done with more.
From now on I’m striving for better.
I don’t want to train more and spend half my life at a gym. I want to train better, because by training better I can multiply my results and reduce the time invested.
I don’t want work more and end up resenting my job. I want to work better, respecting my own creative times and tuning into what is important.
I don’t want to give more. I want to give better, focusing on how I can effectively impact others, and, equally important, give to myself: my down time, my playful time, my mindful moments.
I’m done with more for the sake of more. This is simply about getting better at what we already have going. Because through the accumulation of little betters it is that we can achieve great.
And I don’t know about you but I’m all for being great.
I haven’t been on the ball lately, but I swear I have a really good reason.
Yes, a cuddly reason…
A sweet and snugly reason that has flipped my world upside down.
Her name is Era and she was born on September 16th. For the longest time my mind had no room for anything other than cooing and loving this little bundle of cuteness, but I’m finally catching up on my sleep and getting the hang of having a tiny baby all over again, after over a decade of last having an infant around. Thanks for sticking around while I figured this out!
And now back to business. Of the non-cuddly but very inspirational kind.
Let’s meet bad girl Harriet Anderson:
This lady was 74 years old when she competed in the 2009 Ford Ironman World Championship. SEVENTY-FOUR cheesuschrist. And you see her arm up with the red tie? That’s because missus there broke her clavicle falling off on the bike portion of the race, and still managed to finish the race on time. This means she completed the remaining 32 miles on bike and an entire goddamn marathon with a broken collarbone. Are you feeling like a total wuss yet? I sure am.
She began competing in her fifties and has been relentless since. She’s badass and I want to be like her when I grow up. I’m not even kidding.
Now click over here and read her full story, you won’t be sorry. Hard core chicks, yeah!
If you’re anything like me, Sunday means kicking back and relaxing.
And doing laundry and baking for the week and freezing meals… When you’re done showering the dads of your life with love and chocolate (of the organic, sustainable, fair trade kind *wink*) take some time to catch up on your reading. Come on. It does your brain good. Here are some cool articles I read during the week and that you may find interesting!
And the video at the very end? Also very cool.
Growing Up With A Fat Dad, The New York Times.
A complex story, with a savior and a dash of hope.
Ultramarathon Running: How a Vegan Diet Helped Me Run 100 Miles by Scott Jurek, for the Huffington Post
I don’t have to remind you how much I love Scott Jurek, right? I mean, we did share a moment, after all.
Ironman Champ: Train Your Brain, Then Your Body
Beautiful article in which four-time World Ironman champion Chrissy Wellington reminds us what we already know but consistently choose to ignore: To win the race, you must first win it in your head.
Brilliant TED talk by Christopher McDougall on what he learned about endurance running from living with the Tarahumara indians in Mexico. Must watch!
It’s a gorgeous day outside and my daughter is off school for the day, so no recipe to share today, just some food porn.
Meet my breakfast:
Real food is so beautiful.
And, you know what? It makes you feel beautiful, too.
Wild and precious, indeed.
Are you on Pinterest? Find me there as carobl
Because I’m a sap and this made me cry. Rock on.
After a couple of friends shared on Facebook the video of 86 year-old Johanna Quaas performing her floor routine– complete with cartwheels and jumps– I wanted to learn more.
Watching the video I (like many others, I’m sure!) instantly assumed that German born Quass had been dedicating her entire life to gymnastics, surely being one of those child prodigies who just had it, like magic, since birth. Of course what I was doing was immediately giving myself a reason why she and not I was capable of, at her age, performing the way she did. But get this: This graceful senior only began practicing gymnastics at the age of 30. In the world of gymnastics by 30 most careers are very well over; you’re simply past your prime, a dinosaur, definitely too old.
But at some point came along this determined woman and told them all to suck it. And here are the results:
Apparently, the lovely Mrs. Quass believes gymnastics will keep her youthful. I think she’s right.
Lacking motivation? Time to refuel.