These Boots Were Made For Walking - Getting The Most Out Of Your Walking Routine

This is my first post with a health and fitness topic. It was inspired by a comment from one of my followers about walking.

Walk
photo credit: asela

Let me present a scenario that may be familiar to you. You've been walking three or four days a week and in the first couple of weeks you used to see great benefits from it. Maybe you lost a bit of weight, maybe you walked a little further this week than you did six weeks ago in the same amount of time. But lately you've noticed that the walking has become boring and you no longer see the results that you once did. This is because as new stress is introduced to the body it takes some time to adjust. In a sense, your brain is teaching your body how to cope, which can takes a lot of energy. Now it has learned your pattern, it has adapted to your gait and has figured out how to walk the way you do by using as little energy as possible.

The Times They Are A Changin'

So I'm trying to figure out what I want to do with this blog. I've tried to keep a little theme going with the guitar tips, but I'm not sure how much more I can share, and honestly there's more compelling bloggers out there than myself on the subject. I will still try to impart some nuggets of wisdom from time to time, but I don't know if I want that to be the focal point of the blog. I'm thinking that I should put my degree to good use and start writing about health/fitness, exercise, the human body, etc... I would like to make it an questions and answers type blog, but with a small following that would seem futile. Although if anyone who reads this does have questions about exercise (technique, tempo, physiology, or whatever) I will gladly answer what I can.

If anyone has any suggestions or topics they would like me to cover then by all means let me know. For now I'll just keep on keepin' on.

People are Talking, Talking 'Bout People

Hello blogland. This is my first post in about 1/2 a year. How have you been? Things are exciting on my end. I'm moving to Scotland in a few months to do my Masters in physiotherapy, I'm getting married in March, and I'm back in St. John's. Life is good. Life is busy. Life is scary (sometimes).

Right now I don't want to talk about all that. I want to talk about "people serving people." That's the slogan for service Canada. I have never had a good experience with service Canada. I've never felt as though there was a compassionate person on the other end of the line who was happy to serve me. I have felt belittled, aggravated, and patronized. Never have I called in to ask the status of my claim and had the agent give me an answer other than "they are working on it" or "it's under investigation." Never when I asked for a time frame was I given an answer other than "I can't say" or "They should call you in a couple days." When they don't call me in a couple days and I call them again I get the same spiel about call back in two days, we'll request that a supervisor get involved, etc, etc...

I applied for EI back in July when I left Halifax to come home. I was denied because my ROE said returning to school instead of shortage of work. Easy fix, I got my former employer to reissue an ROE that said shortage of work in it. I applied again on August 11. EI is supposed to notify you within 28 days of their decision or if further investigation is need, funny thing is no one has call. I have called repeatedly and got the aforementioned responses above, among others. No one seems to be able to tell me what is happening or why it is taking so long for them to get things worked out. Has anyone else experienced anything similar to this? Not in particular with service Canada, but with anything. I'm appalled at the lack of respect that they have for people. The people they are serving. Short of contacting my MP, I don't know what to do about this situation. If anyone has suggestions I would be happy to hear them.

Oops I did it again

It's been months since I've updated. I'm making changes to the layout now and will soon be making this a regular thing again. Who knew being a regular blogger could be so difficult.

You're Toxic I'm slipping Under

Just to tell you guys that the Ralph feature is coming soon. Sorry I haven't blogged in a while. No excuses, just haven't got around to it. Also, apparently my blog has been redirecting people to another site the last few days. I'm sorry about that, I've fix the problem.

Hugh and Me

Sorry This took so long. I actually had this entry typed up for about a week, but I hadn't got around to taking the pictures. Anyways, here you go.

Hughie is the newest guitar in my collection. He was a Christmas gift from my parents in 2008, so he's just over two years old - his reincarnated life that is. I found Hughie on musiciansfriends.com. He's a refurbished Epiphone Les Paul standard. I choose to get a LP because I had played my buddy AJ's a handful of times and absolutely loved the way it felt. I played around with a few in Musicstop (now Long&Mcquade), but the price was a little steeper than I was willing to let my parents pay at the time. Then someone told me about musiciansfriends (probably AJ), so I checked it out and there was Hughie, in all his glossy black goodness. 

Oh My Darlin' Clementine

As promised here is a feature post on one of my guitars. This post is for Clemie (Clementine). Clemie is a Garrison AG-500-CE. Although Garrison guitars were founded and originally built in Newfoundland the AG series is built in China. I'm assuming that's to reduce production costs. Garrison was actually bought by gibson in 2007. I bought Clemie the summer of 2006 with my first paycheck from Canadian Tire, so she has probably the most sentimental value out of all of my guitars because I bought it with my own hard earned cash. I played Clemie in Chi Alpha many a night.

To Grandmother's House We Go

I woke up this morning to about two feet of snow outside my door. I didn't even know it was supposed to snow. I bet all the folks out in Vancouver were wishing the Olympics were on the east coast right about now. Half of the clinics clients cancelled today because they can't get out of their driveway or are to nervous to drive in the snow, so that makes for a very quite day at work. Of course, this is the one day I forgot to bring my book, so let's just say I'll be reading a lot of news stories. I wish I could crawl in under my desk and sleep, but I don't think that would go over to well. I don't know what's wrong with me lately, but I can barely keep my eyes open by the time I get home from work. Last night I feel asleep at about 10 o'clock, slept in till 8 o'clock and was still dog tired when I crawled out of bed. I would say that I have low iron, but I really don't think that's it.

Basketball Jones

Round two of my reintegration to basketball starts tonight. I'm set to play another pick-up game tonight at 7:30. I've been looking forward to it all night and thinking about how to go about this without spending the weekend as a big  bag of soreness. I borrowed some tuff-skin adhesive spray from work to spray the soles of my sneaks with for a little bit of grip. Hopefully in helps out. A lot of athletes at the Tae Kwon Do championship I volunteered at a couple of weeks back came to us asking to use in on their feet. That's where I got the idea to try it out.

This weekend Sarah and I are flying to Toronto for the John Mayer concert. I'm super excited. We're staying with my family up there, so it should be a good time all around. Sarah hasn't really met most of my family from my mom's side. This will be a chance for her to meet some of my kin. My crazy, crazy, kin. Short entry today eh? Cheers.

Shot To The Heart

You'd think as a 22 year old kinesiologist that I'd be in tip top shape. Granted, I haven't been as active since I left high school and school sports, but I thought I was still decently fit. Apparently not. I played basketball last night for the first time in months and today I feel as though I was hit by a truck. My legs are sore and weak, my back is tight and I have a pain below my ribcage from taking a knee in the chest. It was great fun though. I can't shoot as well as  I used to and my ball handling skills feel rusty, but after a couple of games I got into it. I really need to get in a bit better shape if I'm going to be playing with this guys regularly though and perhaps purchase some new basketball shoes.

I'm so happy tomorrow is Saturday. I want to sleep in, eat pancakes and just lounge around the house with my lovely lady. I might even do something productive like a load of laundry, but I'll play it by ear.

Right now is another excruciatingly slow day at work. This week has been busier than the last couple though, and next week has the potential to be mildly busy.

That's my rant for today. I think I will start putting more pictures in my blog in the future, I have a feeling that my page looks kinda plain/dull. Anyway, cheers!

Drop It Like It's Hot

Here's an unusual comment about our apartment: It's a friggin' sauna here tonight. I'm not entirely sure if this is a welcomed changed from the toe-numbing cold that the apartment has been lately, but I feel like I should be wearing a grass skirt and roasting a pig. The heat kind of caught Sarah and I off guard since it's usually so cold here we always have the radiator up (here's some newf for you) "whatever she can suffer." Because of that by the time it was scorch the hair of your chest hot it was too late. I've turned the radiator down, but the one in the bathroom doesn't turn down because the knob is stuck so it's always on all the way. Of course this would be the one night when the heat stays on rather then coming on intermittently. Oh what I wouldn't give for a little consistency with this run-down building of ours. I long for the day that we can use the microwave without worrying that the power in our unit will go out, a bathroom with outlets, a kitchen with counter space, and a living room big enough so that I can actually recline in my chair. 


Towards the middle/end of May I will know whether or not I got into physiotherapy school and, if I did get in, where. At that point we will start looking for a new place. Rest assured we will be doing our research to get a decent spot. Like a place with a shower that doesn't take 5 minutes to get hot. 


On a more pleasant note, I don't hate Halifax as much anymore. It's still not St. John's, but no where is. This might have something to do with the prospect of playing basketball a couple times a month with a guy who volunteers at my work and my friend Kristin's boyfriend. This makes me very happy. I haven't touched a basketball in like six months. I'm in pretty bad shape now though, so hopefully these guys aren't super elite players or anything. Cheers.

I've Got Blisters on Me Fingers

This post is for anyone who's ever picked up a guitar and tried to learn, but after a week of buzzing frets, cramped wrists, and fingers that hurt so bad that you want to cry.
I first wanted to play guitar when I was about 14 because one of my good buddies was pretty awesome at it and I wanted to be cool like him. I asked my parents for a guitar for Christmas and got my very first electric guitar. A black Nova from the sears catalog. I went gong ho for about a month trying to teach myself how to play and after about a month I hated it some much that I put the guitar in my closet and out of my mind. My fingers hurt and I couldn't get any of the chords to sound them way they were supposed to. I accepted that I would never be able to play guitar and I moved on, always jealous of my multi-talented friend (who I'm still a little jealous of, damn him and natural musicality).

Then that summer I work at Circle Square Ranch. Every night they had campfire and a guy who we all called Tank would usually play guitar. Hearing him play and the way people reacted to it gave me inspiration. After spending a couple of weeks at the ranch I came home to real life and high school life and I dug my guitar out of my closet.  I was resolved that if Tank could play it then there's no reason I can't. It's not like he was a musical prodigy or anything (maybe he was, but I don't think so). So I sat down and like Bryan Adams I played until my fingers bleed. I played for hours upon end, and for the first month it didn't seem like I was getting any better or learning anything. Then it just seemed to click and my learning curve shot up exponentially. My chords finally started sounded like they should, I stopped letting frets buzz, and my fingers got tough. 


So keep at it people. It's all to easy to write yourself and say that you can't do something, but you can. Granted, you may not be the next Jimi Hendrix, but why not be the next Tank? 


I've since sold my black Nova, and I wish I hadn't. Not that it was a stellar guitar, but because it represents an accomplishment that I am really proud of. Hopefully it gave some kid a sense of achievement.

Da-Do Run Run Run Da-Do Run Run

So I disappeared from the blogging work for about 2 months. Oops! Not even going to try to give you an update of what happened over the last 2 months, other than going to New York with my lady friend and having a lot of travel difficulty. Here's five things that are going on with me right now.
  1. I just applied to physiotherapy schools for September. Fingers crossed that I get into one. If I don't get in I have some serious thinking to do about my career goals and whatnot.

  2. I've taken up knitting again. Not that I was an avid knitter before - I've knitted one very short scarf which Sarah occasionally wears because she loves me too much to get rid of it - but I figured I'd give it another shot. You can look forward to pics of the finished products in the future.

  3. Work blows. It's unbearably slow. For example, I'm writing this blog at work and I've knitted like half a foot of a scarf today. Also, since work is so slow I've got no moneys. I feel like TLC with that bills song they had. Anyone remember that?

  4. I  bought a suit for $60 in New York, it's pretty pimp.

  5. Sarah and I have rock band now and it's super fun. We used to play it all the time when we lived in SJ. I got it for Christmas from Sarah's parents. Sadly, I play it more than I play real life guitar now, but what're you gonna do.
So yeah, as you can tell, I'm perhaps the most boring person in the world, but I don't really care. Anyways, that's all for now. Here's to trying to blog more after my hiatus.

Oh, and NBC? crazy-ass network. That's all I have to say about that.