Archive | June, 2010

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6 Jun

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I can’t think of a title.

6 Jun

Is it just me, or is it somewhat sad that I’ve been finding the motivation to work out, yet unable to write about it?

I worked out for about an hour yesterday, and I’ve been feeling really, really good–but I don’t know if I want to make fitness the main focus of this blog anymore.

The one year anniversary of Running Muslimah is coming up in a few days! I can’t believe it’s been a whole year since I started this blog. Amazing how time flies.

I’m thinking to gift myself with a little bloggie birthday present. I’ll give you a hint…it rhymes with romaine, lo mein, hussein.

Rain!

3 Jun

‘Tis raining. Or was. Is. Whoa, thunder. Shook the whole house just now.

The Sister accidentally kicked the cat in the face in her haste to answer the door for my mom.

I arrived home about half an hour before the sun faded away and the clouds rolled in. As I sat outside and felt the breeze pick up, I began to hear the inevitable chorus of sirens that always seem to preface a big storm here on the outskirts of downtown Orlando. A lone coruscant bolt of lightening touched down to the horizon. I counted off the seconds before the rumble of thunder.

The wind was blowing so strong, sending bits of branches and dust and flotsam and jetsam flying everywhere. A broken container from our neighbor’s trash heap tumbled across their lawn.

It’s amazing…from a bright hot sun, to a gray cool thunderstorm. Within minutes.

Sluggish.

3 Jun

This all-encompassing heat has been taking a toll on me. Just walking across campus is a nightmare. Every time I inhale, I feel like I’m breathing in scorched vacuum. No amount of healthy eating, drinking water, or vitamins has been able to stop my head from pounding by the end of the day. I’ve been coming home completely exhausted. I go to sleep with a headache, and wake up with a headache. Yesterday while I was captioning I could feel my head spinning, and this muffled cotton ringing in my ears. I literally felt like I was going to pass out. I think in addition to the heat my “salaah-break” is further complicating things.

I’ve been taking iron supplements, and trying to eat non-heme sources of iron, but all I could think today as I was walking back to the student union was, “I could really eat a gyro the size of my head right now.”

I gave in 😦 I bought a halal gyro from this place in the union and ate it.  It sat in my stomach like a rock. I didn’t feel any better after. I felt gross and bloated and like I had let myself down. I haven’t eaten meat in almost a month and it was like my body didn’t know what to do with it.

It wasn’t even the good gyro meat. 😦 Just those processed slabs that come frozen in a box.

After coming home and feeling like a zombie, I finally took a nap, much later in the day than I should’ve. I woke up a few hours ago. Now it is 1 AM and I am only just now beginning to feel tired. Hate when that happens.

Working out has been out of the question these past couple of days. I worked out quite a bit last week and earlier this week, but right now all bets are off.

Just one more day between now and the weekend. ..a weekend to recuperate from the epic-fail this week has been. (Has it really been only two days?)

Just reviewed this post, and I am Very, Very Sorry that it turned into such a whine-fest. To counter the whining, I introduce:

GOOD THINGS IN MY LIFE

  • my cat ( did I mention we got a cat?) She is a Communist. Her name is Mao. The Sister and I wanted to name her Madeline Albright, but it just never caught on. My mom said you could live your life in the time it would take to say her name. So right now, she is simply the desi form of  ‘meow,’ which is ‘mao.’ Her previous owners had named her Miso, but The Sister and I agree that that name sucks.
  • rain. sweet, sweet rain.
  • my mom.
  • this weekend…can’t wait to go to Sister B‘s house and hit the driving range like I know what I’m doing. Then there is tennis. And bicycling. And walking. And swimming, provided we go at like, 6 AM. Move over Thursday, you’re blocking Friday’s view!