Finally, some beautiful weather for Boulder. Taking advantage of the beautiful 70+ degree day, Erin Kummer, JZ and I roll up to Lara and Billy Edwards house to go for a ride.
Imagine the SHOCK.
Billy and Lara are both wearing a Marky V kit. ??
REALLY?
As if it isn't bad enough to be wearing identical outfits - they were wearing Marky V stuff??? For the love of GOD, people! JZ, Erin and I could not contain our reprimanding! :)
Sorry Mark... you know I love ya .... but COME ON! A kit? :)
(If I'm going to publicly diss him, I'd better at least give him some props, or something'! )
www.markyv.com
So we're pedaling and I decide I need to address this travesty with Cooper (aka Lara).
Sharpie: Quid pro quo, Coop.
Cooper: What do you mean?
Sharpie: The MarkyV kit - quid pro quo with the DUCKS!
Cooper: WHAT??!! Nooooooooooo! It is NOT like the ducks... the ducks are horrible...
Sharpie: Uh huh...
Cooper: Noooo!
Sharpie: Dude, so on par.
Cooper: Nooo....
Sharpie: How do you define the ducks??
Cooper: Awful. A total embarrassment. You are never to wear those anywhere publicly.
Sharpie: Exactly. Quid pro quo! I get a free Safeway trip in the Ducks!
Cooper: Ugggg...... :)
Worse still... the following day Billy shows up at JZ's place for their ride. Billy is AGAIN in the MarkyV outfit. Granted, it's slightly downgraded without the identical twin counterpart -- but JZ called and was quick to point out the lack of washing the kit had endured. "I was disgusted!", JZ said.
:)
Cheers to the public call-out!
Billy and Lara - wash your crap and don't wear that outfit again - definitely not together!!!
:)
March 31, 2010
March 19, 2010
.... is that the flicker of a flame...? .... or maybe just gas?
"The strongest oak tree of the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun. It's the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for its existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun."
- Napoleon Hill -
So the other day I put in a call to my longtime Atlanta friend, Tony Myers. I'm in Atlanta to do some marketing for the Rev3tri Knoxville race and Tony (and his ROCKIN', best-in-Atlanta cycle classes are a must-hit when I am in town) is someone I always make an effort to see.
www.athletictrainingservices.com
I asked Tony if he would mind testing my Vo2. I'm not really sure why I asked this, really. Did I want to be faced with the reality? It's not like I don't KNOW the reality. Still, getting some up to date information on one's physiology can be helpful. I am not an advocate of doing workouts that are too hard before one's body has reached that level of fitness .... you can't lull around indefinitely ... but, at least for me, I always benefit from aerobic fitness. Knowing some real numbers for any training I can do will be helpful.
Tony, supportive friend that he is, said, "Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure, girl - we'll test ya!"
7am, no coffee...uggg... bring on the test! Let's get some information. (To me, information is power. Unknowns are guesswork that can fester and become toxic in the brain...)
Man, that mask is hard to breathe into! The test is painful but it's only a few minutes of pain. Your AT (anaerobic threshold) can be determined pretty quickly once your effort is high enough.
Tony prints out the data and looks it over, nodding his head and saying "Mmmmmm...."
Mmmmm?
Carole: It's bad huh?
Tony: Well....
Carole What?
Tony: You're pretty out of shape, girl.
Carole: I know... but I can fix it...
Tony: Well, yes, but more than that - you should see this.
Carole: What?
Tony: You should see how good this test is... and you're not fit.
Carole (Eyebrows raise...)
Tony: This is the profile of an extremely elite athlete. Your fitness is shit but even at your current level this data is exceptional. You need to get back in shape ... but you've got the goods if you want to do this thing (triathlon) again....
Carole: Really?
Tony: Yup. You were meant to be an athlete, Carole.
I continued to lightly spin as I let Tony's words echo in my head, and let them marinate a bit...
Then something unexpected.... something a little exciting... I felt some of the Carole moxie reignite a bit. I'm not a completely washed up, tired, old, useless triathlete. I am out of shape... but I can fix that... if I want it....
I smiled to myself as I realized - I do.
I haven't wanted to get back to this sport for a long time. I wanted it because I thought I should want it; but my spirit had been broken for a very long time. When you're not happy, when you're not doing something you love, when you're totally isolated ... the spirit can die.
Something is different. I feel something different. The desire is there again. My heart is in a different place.
Coming back to the sport, after 2+ years of heartbreak and physical roadblocks, will be the challenge of a lifetime.
Luckily I do well with challenges.... odds stacked against me? They always have been. This is where I thrive. I've never been handed anything in my life. Ever. I have sweat and bled for every small inch I've been given - and I'm grateful for it. It's what my work ethic and character is based on. I've taught myself how to be tough. Conquering that which would break other people? Bring it. Very few could come back from what I have been through - mind, body, spirit - and its duration .... very few could. But I could.
I will never be one of the best in our sport... I have never been nor will I ever be at that level - but what I will be able to do in a relatively short time will, I think, surprise some people.
The flame isn't dead. It's time to go................
- Napoleon Hill -
So the other day I put in a call to my longtime Atlanta friend, Tony Myers. I'm in Atlanta to do some marketing for the Rev3tri Knoxville race and Tony (and his ROCKIN', best-in-Atlanta cycle classes are a must-hit when I am in town) is someone I always make an effort to see.
www.athletictrainingservices.com
I asked Tony if he would mind testing my Vo2. I'm not really sure why I asked this, really. Did I want to be faced with the reality? It's not like I don't KNOW the reality. Still, getting some up to date information on one's physiology can be helpful. I am not an advocate of doing workouts that are too hard before one's body has reached that level of fitness .... you can't lull around indefinitely ... but, at least for me, I always benefit from aerobic fitness. Knowing some real numbers for any training I can do will be helpful.
Tony, supportive friend that he is, said, "Suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuure, girl - we'll test ya!"
7am, no coffee...uggg... bring on the test! Let's get some information. (To me, information is power. Unknowns are guesswork that can fester and become toxic in the brain...)
Man, that mask is hard to breathe into! The test is painful but it's only a few minutes of pain. Your AT (anaerobic threshold) can be determined pretty quickly once your effort is high enough.
Tony prints out the data and looks it over, nodding his head and saying "Mmmmmm...."
Mmmmm?
Carole: It's bad huh?
Tony: Well....
Carole What?
Tony: You're pretty out of shape, girl.
Carole: I know... but I can fix it...
Tony: Well, yes, but more than that - you should see this.
Carole: What?
Tony: You should see how good this test is... and you're not fit.
Carole (Eyebrows raise...)
Tony: This is the profile of an extremely elite athlete. Your fitness is shit but even at your current level this data is exceptional. You need to get back in shape ... but you've got the goods if you want to do this thing (triathlon) again....
Carole: Really?
Tony: Yup. You were meant to be an athlete, Carole.
I continued to lightly spin as I let Tony's words echo in my head, and let them marinate a bit...
Then something unexpected.... something a little exciting... I felt some of the Carole moxie reignite a bit. I'm not a completely washed up, tired, old, useless triathlete. I am out of shape... but I can fix that... if I want it....
I smiled to myself as I realized - I do.
I haven't wanted to get back to this sport for a long time. I wanted it because I thought I should want it; but my spirit had been broken for a very long time. When you're not happy, when you're not doing something you love, when you're totally isolated ... the spirit can die.
Something is different. I feel something different. The desire is there again. My heart is in a different place.
Coming back to the sport, after 2+ years of heartbreak and physical roadblocks, will be the challenge of a lifetime.
Luckily I do well with challenges.... odds stacked against me? They always have been. This is where I thrive. I've never been handed anything in my life. Ever. I have sweat and bled for every small inch I've been given - and I'm grateful for it. It's what my work ethic and character is based on. I've taught myself how to be tough. Conquering that which would break other people? Bring it. Very few could come back from what I have been through - mind, body, spirit - and its duration .... very few could. But I could.
I will never be one of the best in our sport... I have never been nor will I ever be at that level - but what I will be able to do in a relatively short time will, I think, surprise some people.
The flame isn't dead. It's time to go................
March 10, 2010
And love it is!
This show I must watch… I admit it. I find it fascinating, and frankly, it makes me feel better about my own life. Is that bad? :) It is the epitome of train wreck for me and I can't help watching that sort of thing.
So the night finally arrived. "The Bachelor: Season Finale".
My favorite gal-pal, Kristen, booked this night with me. We would “watch it together” ….. this is the modern way of watching TV together though – texting during the show from another state is now akin to watching in person. We are a modern Harry & Sally. Kristen is hilarious ... and is snarky and bitter like I am when it comes to love – my perfect mate for this show!
"Go love, GO!", we root. Ummm, not so much.
“F love, it can bite my ass!", Kristen will say with belligerence.
And there we have it. :)
I've been pretty busy these past few months, so I haven't really had the opportunity to watch this season of The Bachelor. I guess at the end of the day I just didn't want it enough. I tried, really. I watched the first twenty minutes of the season premiere, but as soon as all the girls were done exiting the limos with their boobs and daddy issues all hanging out, and Jake was like, "Gosh!" I automatically tuned out, because what it really boils down to is that I can't bring myself to root for a guy who says "gosh" unironically.
So, the show begins. In less than 2 minutes, Kristen has already decided Jake is a complete tool. She can size 'em up pretty quickly, my girl.
Her first text: "Jake is a tool."
This is where we start. :)
All the stock catch phrases are being bandied about: "One true love." and "Hardest decision of my life." and "Follow my heart." (puke) Jakes sums up the emotional voiceover by saying, "Love is what's making this so difficult." Yes, it's not the producers or the tiresome shooting schedule or the fact that the search for your soul mate has rules like, "Any girl who receives a rose while participating in a group date will be exempt from elimination at the weekly rose ceremony." Clearly it's the love.
Now it's time for both girls to meet Jake's family. Jake shows up at his parents' house wearing a really gay shirt, but it's OK because all of his brothers got the memo and each wore their gay shirts, too. In a surprise twist, his mom and sister-in-law are wearing the same outfit, perhaps trying to throw the contestants off their game. Sneaky.
Jake tells his family that he's fallen in love with both girls and knows all the things he likes about them, but he "needs a second set of eyes" … Like he's working a missing persons case? He goes on to let it slip that Vienna was the girl that everyone else in the house hated. Mom's like, "Um, maybe there was a reason for that," and Jake stops short of saying, "Um, but have you seen her boobs?" Regardless, Jake is emphatic that it is very important to him that his family like the girl he chooses because he plans on spending "the next 50 years of his life" with her. I'm not thrown at all by the prospect that Jake has planned out when he will die and/or get divorced.
First up is Tenley. Having not watched any of this season, this is the first time I'm meeting her and I have to say my first impression is: I like her. She seems pretty and put together – a real crowd pleaser. The family thinks so too as they take to her like a Labrador puppy. They're all kind of playing it cool, but you can tell that deep down they want to react like when they MOVE THAT BUS on Extreme Makeover. Tenley finishes up her family visit with a one-on-one with Mom in which Mom asks how Tenley would hold the family together after Mom dies. Mom's not F’ing around.
Next up is Vienna, who looks like she has an STD. You just get that vibe from her. Maybe not that she has one right this second, but that she definitely has experience with them. Jake's mom senses this too and hates her right off the bat. Kudos to the show's producers who refuse to edit out the many awkward pauses in the family's conversation with Vienna, which seems to be centered around the fact that no one likes Vienna. At one point a sister-in-law asks Vienna if it's a common experience for her to not be liked by other girls. Hey, Sister-In-Law, Kate Gosselin called and she wants her first haircut back – with residuals.
Basically the whole visit is a train wreck. I love it. Kristen echos my thoughts.
Text from Kristen: "This is a train wreck!!! I can't look away!"
Mom is obsessed with Vienna getting along with the sister-in-laws like she's running some sort of day camp. The sisters are obsessed with pointing out that they loved Tenley, and that Vienna is the complete opposite of Tenley, so . . . And Jake is just like, "But the boobs!" In the end, the family comes around and says they managed to look past Vienna's STD exterior to see the real her, and that they guess she's OK.
With family visits over, it's time to go to Saint Lucia, where you can save 60% on deluxe accommodations with the Red Rose Romance Package. Vienna goes first for the one-on-one date. Jake takes her to a sulphur spring, because nothing says romance like the smell of rotten eggs. Vienna, not one to mince words, is like, "Why are we at a rotten egg spring?" and Jake is like, "Mud wrestling!" The two proceed to smear mud all over each other – like a spa treatment, but whorier.
At the end of the date, Vienna gives Jake the promise ring that her Dad gave her. I'm not going to lie, I had to pause the show here to try to figure out what was happening. Apparently Vienna had been married before, and it so upset her dad that he gave her a promise ring. And now Vienna was giving that ring to Jake, which, technically speaking, endows him to Vienna's dad I think? In any event, her boobs are huge.
For the second one-on-one date, Jake takes Tenley snorkeling with dolphins (it's no sulfur spring) and everything's going swimmingly (nailed it!) until he basically tells her that he's not attracted to her. Whoops! He tries to backtrack, like, "That’s not what I mean though! What I meant is your boobs aren't big enough! I mean emotions! Connection! . . . Um, line!" Tenley handles the whole thing gracefully, and oddly this is the precise moment where I start to hate her. It starts as a twinge, and I'm like, "That's weird. She's so nice and pretty. Why would I hate her?"
Then, back at the house, she very skillfully broaches the subject of Jake not finding her attractive in such a diplomatic, emotionally self-realized way that I'm taken aback. Just like there's no crying in baseball, there's no self-actualization in The Bachelor. And yet, my hatred grows. By the time she's done talking, it's a runaway train of abhorrence. I just can't control it.
So many questions going into the final rose ceremony! Is Tenley too uptight? Does the family's opinion really matter? Has Jake realized that his "special feeling" for Vienna is really just an erection? One thing's for sure – Jake is completely torn. At this point it seems like he might just choose them both and move to Utah. Personally, I can't make up my mind on which I like/dislike more. On the one hand, if you're going to find your wife on a reality TV show, shouldn't it be someone like Vienna? Like when you tell people you won her on a TV contest they'd be like, "I see that." And then there's Tenley. I feel really bad for hating Tenley. I've tried rationalizing it but at the end of the day it's inexplicable, but very real. Even worse, that means Jake and I might be on the same page about something other than his abs.
At the dramatic, M*A*S*H-like helicopter landing, the first girl to arrive is . . . Tenley! Which means he's not choosing her, and you can tell she kind of knows it. She has a dead woman walking face on. Just from the tone of Jake's voice she knows she's a goner. In his pre-dump speech, Jake uses words like "temperament" and "positivity" to describe what he likes about her. (Why not just call her fat?) Of course, she handles the whole thing with aplomb, making my rage grow. It's fascinating. By the time she tearfully whispers, "Thank you for making me feel special," I want to punch her in the throat.
Jake seems pretty broken up too, but judging from the angle of his leaning-over-the-banister-crying posture, he'll get over it – especially when he gets Vienna, which is all he's wanted all along. He may as well have gotten down on one knee and said, "Will you sleep with me?" Jake tries to make the whole thing more suspenseful by first giving the promise ring back to Vienna, making her think that he isn't going to propose, but then pulling a 180 and proposing, because it's a common dream amongst women to be proposed to via the old switcheroo.
And then they fade off into the sunset, lips locked.
Kristen fires off a text: "I am going to vomit."
The credits begin to roll. ABC’s Fall line-up includes shows about cougars, witches, and gravity. What is this, 1960?
So the night finally arrived. "The Bachelor: Season Finale".
My favorite gal-pal, Kristen, booked this night with me. We would “watch it together” ….. this is the modern way of watching TV together though – texting during the show from another state is now akin to watching in person. We are a modern Harry & Sally. Kristen is hilarious ... and is snarky and bitter like I am when it comes to love – my perfect mate for this show!
"Go love, GO!", we root. Ummm, not so much.
“F love, it can bite my ass!", Kristen will say with belligerence.
And there we have it. :)
I've been pretty busy these past few months, so I haven't really had the opportunity to watch this season of The Bachelor. I guess at the end of the day I just didn't want it enough. I tried, really. I watched the first twenty minutes of the season premiere, but as soon as all the girls were done exiting the limos with their boobs and daddy issues all hanging out, and Jake was like, "Gosh!" I automatically tuned out, because what it really boils down to is that I can't bring myself to root for a guy who says "gosh" unironically.
So, the show begins. In less than 2 minutes, Kristen has already decided Jake is a complete tool. She can size 'em up pretty quickly, my girl.
Her first text: "Jake is a tool."
This is where we start. :)
All the stock catch phrases are being bandied about: "One true love." and "Hardest decision of my life." and "Follow my heart." (puke) Jakes sums up the emotional voiceover by saying, "Love is what's making this so difficult." Yes, it's not the producers or the tiresome shooting schedule or the fact that the search for your soul mate has rules like, "Any girl who receives a rose while participating in a group date will be exempt from elimination at the weekly rose ceremony." Clearly it's the love.
Now it's time for both girls to meet Jake's family. Jake shows up at his parents' house wearing a really gay shirt, but it's OK because all of his brothers got the memo and each wore their gay shirts, too. In a surprise twist, his mom and sister-in-law are wearing the same outfit, perhaps trying to throw the contestants off their game. Sneaky.
Jake tells his family that he's fallen in love with both girls and knows all the things he likes about them, but he "needs a second set of eyes" … Like he's working a missing persons case? He goes on to let it slip that Vienna was the girl that everyone else in the house hated. Mom's like, "Um, maybe there was a reason for that," and Jake stops short of saying, "Um, but have you seen her boobs?" Regardless, Jake is emphatic that it is very important to him that his family like the girl he chooses because he plans on spending "the next 50 years of his life" with her. I'm not thrown at all by the prospect that Jake has planned out when he will die and/or get divorced.
First up is Tenley. Having not watched any of this season, this is the first time I'm meeting her and I have to say my first impression is: I like her. She seems pretty and put together – a real crowd pleaser. The family thinks so too as they take to her like a Labrador puppy. They're all kind of playing it cool, but you can tell that deep down they want to react like when they MOVE THAT BUS on Extreme Makeover. Tenley finishes up her family visit with a one-on-one with Mom in which Mom asks how Tenley would hold the family together after Mom dies. Mom's not F’ing around.
Next up is Vienna, who looks like she has an STD. You just get that vibe from her. Maybe not that she has one right this second, but that she definitely has experience with them. Jake's mom senses this too and hates her right off the bat. Kudos to the show's producers who refuse to edit out the many awkward pauses in the family's conversation with Vienna, which seems to be centered around the fact that no one likes Vienna. At one point a sister-in-law asks Vienna if it's a common experience for her to not be liked by other girls. Hey, Sister-In-Law, Kate Gosselin called and she wants her first haircut back – with residuals.
Basically the whole visit is a train wreck. I love it. Kristen echos my thoughts.
Text from Kristen: "This is a train wreck!!! I can't look away!"
Mom is obsessed with Vienna getting along with the sister-in-laws like she's running some sort of day camp. The sisters are obsessed with pointing out that they loved Tenley, and that Vienna is the complete opposite of Tenley, so . . . And Jake is just like, "But the boobs!" In the end, the family comes around and says they managed to look past Vienna's STD exterior to see the real her, and that they guess she's OK.
With family visits over, it's time to go to Saint Lucia, where you can save 60% on deluxe accommodations with the Red Rose Romance Package. Vienna goes first for the one-on-one date. Jake takes her to a sulphur spring, because nothing says romance like the smell of rotten eggs. Vienna, not one to mince words, is like, "Why are we at a rotten egg spring?" and Jake is like, "Mud wrestling!" The two proceed to smear mud all over each other – like a spa treatment, but whorier.
At the end of the date, Vienna gives Jake the promise ring that her Dad gave her. I'm not going to lie, I had to pause the show here to try to figure out what was happening. Apparently Vienna had been married before, and it so upset her dad that he gave her a promise ring. And now Vienna was giving that ring to Jake, which, technically speaking, endows him to Vienna's dad I think? In any event, her boobs are huge.
For the second one-on-one date, Jake takes Tenley snorkeling with dolphins (it's no sulfur spring) and everything's going swimmingly (nailed it!) until he basically tells her that he's not attracted to her. Whoops! He tries to backtrack, like, "That’s not what I mean though! What I meant is your boobs aren't big enough! I mean emotions! Connection! . . . Um, line!" Tenley handles the whole thing gracefully, and oddly this is the precise moment where I start to hate her. It starts as a twinge, and I'm like, "That's weird. She's so nice and pretty. Why would I hate her?"
Then, back at the house, she very skillfully broaches the subject of Jake not finding her attractive in such a diplomatic, emotionally self-realized way that I'm taken aback. Just like there's no crying in baseball, there's no self-actualization in The Bachelor. And yet, my hatred grows. By the time she's done talking, it's a runaway train of abhorrence. I just can't control it.
So many questions going into the final rose ceremony! Is Tenley too uptight? Does the family's opinion really matter? Has Jake realized that his "special feeling" for Vienna is really just an erection? One thing's for sure – Jake is completely torn. At this point it seems like he might just choose them both and move to Utah. Personally, I can't make up my mind on which I like/dislike more. On the one hand, if you're going to find your wife on a reality TV show, shouldn't it be someone like Vienna? Like when you tell people you won her on a TV contest they'd be like, "I see that." And then there's Tenley. I feel really bad for hating Tenley. I've tried rationalizing it but at the end of the day it's inexplicable, but very real. Even worse, that means Jake and I might be on the same page about something other than his abs.
At the dramatic, M*A*S*H-like helicopter landing, the first girl to arrive is . . . Tenley! Which means he's not choosing her, and you can tell she kind of knows it. She has a dead woman walking face on. Just from the tone of Jake's voice she knows she's a goner. In his pre-dump speech, Jake uses words like "temperament" and "positivity" to describe what he likes about her. (Why not just call her fat?) Of course, she handles the whole thing with aplomb, making my rage grow. It's fascinating. By the time she tearfully whispers, "Thank you for making me feel special," I want to punch her in the throat.
Jake seems pretty broken up too, but judging from the angle of his leaning-over-the-banister-crying posture, he'll get over it – especially when he gets Vienna, which is all he's wanted all along. He may as well have gotten down on one knee and said, "Will you sleep with me?" Jake tries to make the whole thing more suspenseful by first giving the promise ring back to Vienna, making her think that he isn't going to propose, but then pulling a 180 and proposing, because it's a common dream amongst women to be proposed to via the old switcheroo.
And then they fade off into the sunset, lips locked.
Kristen fires off a text: "I am going to vomit."
The credits begin to roll. ABC’s Fall line-up includes shows about cougars, witches, and gravity. What is this, 1960?
March 5, 2010
The Dark Light Of Insomnia....
"Most people do not consider the morning dawn to be an unattractive experience - unless they are still up." ~Ellen Goodman
Today I noticed a sight which stopped me in my tracks. Have you ever heard of a BLACK swan???!!! I'm sure these exist (obviously!) ... but I swear I've never heard of one. I stopped, and I stared. This was like looking at an albino squirrel.
Man, this is all getting out of hand?! I am totally hallucinating now!!! I need to sleep!!!! I rubbed my eyes and looked again more closely. Maybe it was a crane? Or a really big DUCK. Ummmm. No.
Here you go: PROOF.
I've struggled with this horrible affliction of insomnia since I was a young girl. My mother had it - and good ole' DNA passed it right along. The bouts with this hit me at random, with no seeming cause or reason. I've analyzed everything over the past 20+ years to try to understand the pattern, the initiation of insomnia. Doctors have too. I never know. But when it hits it hits hard, and with no mercy.
Hour after hour, night after night, week after week I toss and turn, wondering with deep perplexity why, when I am so utterly exhausted, I cannot sleep. I've done it all for attempted remedy: read, meditated, gotten out of bed to do work or chores, drank warm milk, drank wine, drank chamomile tea to pee for days, drank enough St Johns wort tea to cheer up the whole Russian Army, tried melatonin ... I even met some new-age chick on the streets of Boulder who tried to convince me the problem was my out of balance sexual chakras and I needed to wear orange underwear (and I actually tried this!). I've exercised, but also been careful not to exercise too close to bedtime so as not to overstimulate myself. Then I'll try to exercise to extreme right before bed in the hopes of collapsing in fatigue. Nothing works. Sometimes, in desperation, I give up the fight and pop an Ambien. The nights this works it is sweet, sweet bliss. The fun nights are when my insomnia is even too powerful for Ambien. THAT'S a treat! Then I am drugged out and awake. :)
Sometimes these bouts go on for days .... other times weeks. I am now on night number 8.
Like a familiar friend coming to visit, insomnia will come and sit on my shoulder. I know her well.
"Please let me sleep tonight", I'll beg. "I am so tired."
"Not a shot", she'll respond, almost chiding me. "What will I do for fun if you're not with me?..."
Night after night of this, stemming then to the exhaustion that follows with unproductive days because you haven't slept. But things are about to get better. I've tried to hide but it's no use. She always finds me, the bastard. Now comes my familiar companion: Loneliness. She jumps into the bed and pulls up the covers. I know Loneliness the best, she's shared my bed for years, and seems to have no intention of leaving.
"Please don't stay again tonight", I'll beg them both. "Just one night without you. Please? I really, really have earned it"...
But they are not having it. Insomnia lights up a cigarette as Loneliness moves in closer. They break out a deck of cards. I give up the fight.
"Ok. Deal me in", I say...
I have always felt and comforted myself with the notion that when my body needs to sleep, it will. But as the sleepless nights continue, it's hard not to feel my body has forgotten it needs to sleep.
The silence and still of night doesn't do much to quiet thoughts or conquer fears. When you have good things to think about, these opportunitiess for deep pondering can be a gift. When you don't - added time can be its own prison.
"A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky -
I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie
Sleepless...
~William Wordsworth, "To Sleep"
Today I noticed a sight which stopped me in my tracks. Have you ever heard of a BLACK swan???!!! I'm sure these exist (obviously!) ... but I swear I've never heard of one. I stopped, and I stared. This was like looking at an albino squirrel.
Man, this is all getting out of hand?! I am totally hallucinating now!!! I need to sleep!!!! I rubbed my eyes and looked again more closely. Maybe it was a crane? Or a really big DUCK. Ummmm. No.
Here you go: PROOF.
I've struggled with this horrible affliction of insomnia since I was a young girl. My mother had it - and good ole' DNA passed it right along. The bouts with this hit me at random, with no seeming cause or reason. I've analyzed everything over the past 20+ years to try to understand the pattern, the initiation of insomnia. Doctors have too. I never know. But when it hits it hits hard, and with no mercy.
Hour after hour, night after night, week after week I toss and turn, wondering with deep perplexity why, when I am so utterly exhausted, I cannot sleep. I've done it all for attempted remedy: read, meditated, gotten out of bed to do work or chores, drank warm milk, drank wine, drank chamomile tea to pee for days, drank enough St Johns wort tea to cheer up the whole Russian Army, tried melatonin ... I even met some new-age chick on the streets of Boulder who tried to convince me the problem was my out of balance sexual chakras and I needed to wear orange underwear (and I actually tried this!). I've exercised, but also been careful not to exercise too close to bedtime so as not to overstimulate myself. Then I'll try to exercise to extreme right before bed in the hopes of collapsing in fatigue. Nothing works. Sometimes, in desperation, I give up the fight and pop an Ambien. The nights this works it is sweet, sweet bliss. The fun nights are when my insomnia is even too powerful for Ambien. THAT'S a treat! Then I am drugged out and awake. :)
Sometimes these bouts go on for days .... other times weeks. I am now on night number 8.
Like a familiar friend coming to visit, insomnia will come and sit on my shoulder. I know her well.
"Please let me sleep tonight", I'll beg. "I am so tired."
"Not a shot", she'll respond, almost chiding me. "What will I do for fun if you're not with me?..."
Night after night of this, stemming then to the exhaustion that follows with unproductive days because you haven't slept. But things are about to get better. I've tried to hide but it's no use. She always finds me, the bastard. Now comes my familiar companion: Loneliness. She jumps into the bed and pulls up the covers. I know Loneliness the best, she's shared my bed for years, and seems to have no intention of leaving.
"Please don't stay again tonight", I'll beg them both. "Just one night without you. Please? I really, really have earned it"...
But they are not having it. Insomnia lights up a cigarette as Loneliness moves in closer. They break out a deck of cards. I give up the fight.
"Ok. Deal me in", I say...
I have always felt and comforted myself with the notion that when my body needs to sleep, it will. But as the sleepless nights continue, it's hard not to feel my body has forgotten it needs to sleep.
The silence and still of night doesn't do much to quiet thoughts or conquer fears. When you have good things to think about, these opportunitiess for deep pondering can be a gift. When you don't - added time can be its own prison.
"A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky -
I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie
Sleepless...
~William Wordsworth, "To Sleep"
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