Caren Ware's Blog

January 23, 2012

Eat Crow!

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So the Cross Fit gym has challenged us to a hunter/gather diet. For the month of January, we are seeing who can go the longest eating only things that are freshly killed and fruits and vegetables that are newly picked. And nothing, nothing else. Everything processed is off limits. That means bread, cheese, milk products, pasta, or sugar. And no legumes. First, I had to ask what legumes were. Then I had to query as to why beans would be off the list? My college son, who has his American share of emptied Monster Drink cans and burrito wrappers in his truck, said he would take the challenge. He admitted straight up he had rarely ever cooked for himself. I am the proud parent about to share some pics of his gourmet creativity.

As for me, I remembered about the ‘no bread’ thing on the first day as I munched my healthy, lean, turkey sandwich, with sprouts, and no mayo. Opps. It was on multi grain bread. Out of the contest, I still wanted to try this hunter, gatherer thing on the go. I ordered stir fry without the rice. And did you know IN n OUT makes a burger they call PROTEIN STYLE? They sandwich the meat with leaves of lettuce and throw in two slices of tomatoes without the bun. I was surprised I liked the absence of the heavy bread being replaced by juicy greens. Five nights into the contest I was ordering my protein style burgers in lettuce when that little appetite red devil tapped on my brain and reminded me that THE DONUT MAN was just up the street in Glendora. Go back to my January 3, 2011 blog on a DOUGHY NEW YEAR and watch the video of the art of donut making.
I didn’t listen, at first. I got on the freeway and heading away. I made it by two off ramps when my stomach navigational system declared re-routing. It blared, please make a legal U turn. I watched a greasy, dripping, Tiger tail cinnamon donut come out of the vat and into my purchased bag. UMM. Yumm. Now, I definitely had lost the contest.
But there really IS something about what we eat and how we have to digest it that affects our physical, mental, and emotional performance. BORN TO RUN, by Christopher McDougall is a well written tale of his search for the answers of how Tarahumara Indians in isolated Mexico can run hundreds and hundreds of injury free miles. Fast miles. The Denver Post says this book is “A tale so mind-blowing as to be the stuff of legend. “I was thoroughly riveted in its fun read. Some Tarahumara were corralled by a promoter and taken to a grueling 100 mile race at 10,000 feet in Colorado to see if they would win. You have to read it to find out why some might be faster on earth than others. So interesting was his find on how their simple diet, free from all the ‘processed’ food, was idea for fueling bodies that could run. So read the book and join us in munching on Pinole and corn seeds.
I just finished the written exam for the USA TRACK & FIELD LEVEL 1 COACH’S certification. It was an exhaustive questionnaire on physics, biomechanics, physiology, ethics, training, and all the techniques of coaching track elements right down to enlightening upon proven nutrition. The test included questions to ensure that coaches knew how proper intake of the right kinds of protein, carbohydrates, fats, minerals, and vitamins would affect performance. They found that small servings of food and water throughout the day are best. Breakfast is extremely important and should include a protein. Highly processed and refined foods are not recognized by the body as foods and are hard to digest. Simply cooked meals or raw foods are nutritionally superior. The Tarahumara are unknowingly and naturally on this diet! !Hey. I learned that legumes and nuts do not have ALL the amino acids while meat and eggs do…so thus the ‘no legumes’ rely on the hunter/gatherer diet. I like answers. These answers are keeping the little appetite red devil pretty silent these days.

January 18, 2012

Intently, not intensely

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“Be Slow in your haste,” my 90 year old friend coaches.  It grates.  I want to wail back,” Wish I had the luxury.”  But I know his point is in love.  He is trying to nudge the same key to success my hurdle coach, Gayle Watkins knew to train. “Be fast, but don’t be in a hurry.” What?  Sprint, but leave out the haste.  Fast, but not frantic. The race is usually won by the ‘cool cat’.  And with endearing movement.

I got the opportunity as a master’s hurdler to train with young, elite, college athletes.  They would line up on training intervals.  Joking. Jiggling.  Then they readied. They would quietly roll the muscles on the back of their necks, draw in a long, sweet breath…and wait for “Go”. Burst.  Turnover.  But relaxed.  It’s an art that should take form in our everyday work and relationships.  They ran intently, but not intensely.  Smooth ,flowing, cool cats. It was pure body poetry.

I have seen the same lesson in Cross Fit.  This competition of working with weights, obstacles, and time while in oxygen debt and fighting lactic acid build up is won by the fluid, patiently fast, athlete.  Chad, a professional marine, operates South Redlands Cross Fit a few doors down from my office.  I am guru-ed by his power, strength, speed, and fluidity.  He trains us. I watch as he and his co-trainers pit themselves.  While the gym is clanking weights and bending over gasping for air, Chad ,and Eric ,and petite Bianca are moving at the speed of smooth. They regain oxygen as they chalk their hands.  They rest used up muscles while stepping to the next activity.  And they post ranked times.  Fluidity though totally tapped out.

Chad says it is of this importance. He demonstrates.  He knells as a man in battle and under fire. He explains. “ I am about to be ‘Nervous  Ned’ and I am about to get all my battalion killed trying too hard.” Chad moves through the motions of loading and reloading a machine gun jerking and yanking, visibly frustrated.  He fumbles bullets, drops the imaginary weapon, and is shot and killed. Splat.  Chad sprawls on the gym concrete floor.

He sits up.  “Now, here is how I trained my marines.  Meet “ Keen and Concise”.”  Though under the same intense fire, he draws a calm breath, grabs the charade bullets and systematically fires. He quickly, but precisely reaches back.  Reloads.  Breathes.  Fires again.  Reaches back . Reloads. And fires and fires. The enemy is dead and his men are alive. Respectfully, he turns to his gym members.  “See the difference”.

Now, let’s learn to fire through life’s battles like that!  Thank you, Chad.  That’s life poetry that makes sense.  Yep.  I can do that. I declare the quest.  I am going to be a cool cat.

Next moment.  My phone is ringing.  I spring for it, tipping the glass of water over. I am pulling the lap top off the table as I am tripping over the power cord.  I am diving to press SAVE on this journal jot as it is crashing toward the imminent floor.  I am catching a shiner on the table leg as it impacts with my shin.  Meet “Careening Caren”.

Speaks Volumes

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Ps.  Did I let you know that Christmas Eve celebrated at my son’s very first college apartment living…was so very all about enjoying each other’s company. He has been a great steward of his meager funds, never asking.  But he took the college hand out money I slipped him and bought and decorated the cutest Christmas tree, hanging the stockings with care over his little living room’s fireplace.  We pulled all his dishes together and my pots and pans.  We made homemade apple and pumpkin pies while pot roast was bubbling  the air with good mid-west smells of carrots, gravy, and potatoes.  We exchanged gifts and stories and accepted the place of transition we would be in no matter what, just by the ages of my children and their first ventures in adulthood.  And we knew that the thing we would always work hardest for was …each other.  I DID end up timing the Yuletide on Christmas day.  And it ENDED up being a beautiful, surreal, appreciative crowd that reverently enjoyed being outside on a day that was unearthly golden. The sunset pictures from my NEW YEAR’s Day blog are Manhattan Beach Pier on Christmas Day.

So now, we are up and RUNNING through 2012.  We kicked  off  the 2012 timing year with the So Cal Half Marathon and 5K in Orange County to record crowds.  Volumes and volumes of runners celebrated yet another stunning Californian day in shorts and tanks…in January when I saw 13 degree recordings in other parts of our country. Race on!  A huge thank you to Woodbridge High School, their energetic students and helpful parents, and their dedicated event director and coach, George Varvas.  Great race.

January 14, 2012

Car Trouble

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 10:07 pm

I put a lot of miles on.  My business mileage is high.  I have the financial obligation for a lot of vehicles and trailers.  That combination spews CAR TROUBLE. 

You know it is a bad day when…you run over a fire hydrant…on a military base… and create a new lake named after yourself.

You know it is a bad day when… your trailer detaches from the hitch and bypasses you on an overpass.  Sorry officers!

You know it is a bad day when…the  meter maid gives you a ticket  while watching you get quarters for the meter.

Or when you park all your vehicles next to a sign that says Free Parking on Sunday…but opps, it’s Saturday.  Had a great staff lunch…turned expensive.  Ticket a-la-cart: $58.  Even the trailer got an additional parking ticket.

You know it is a bad day when…the IRS audits you because NOONE sanely puts that many miles on in a calendar year.  High mileage means “” happens,  Mr. IRS.  So let’s add up the miles getting these vehicles to events around So Cal and out of state, as far as ,Oklahoma and Wyoming with Lake Arrowhead as your not so central hub!

What?  You only want the odometer readings.  But I have the pictures and headache to prove it.

So rather than get weighted about it.  I just have to be resolved that lots can and will go wrong when  putting in so many life miles.  As that saying goes.  “That’s life.”  And there is always someone out there that just may have it worse.

Water travel doesn’t seem to get much better. This guy helped me realize that my day was not so bad.  You know it is a bad day when…you finally find your boat.  “ Oh, Myrtle, here it is. I’m sure I tied it up last night…”

January 1, 2012

TOAST. “To our future”. Click. Clank. 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — Caren Ware @ 2:43 am

Yesterday. “…God requires an account of what is past” (Eccl 3:15) At the end of the year we turn with eagerness to all that God has for the future, and yet anxiety is apt to arise when we remember our yesterdays.  Our present enjoyment of God’s grace tends to be lessened by the memory of yesterday’s sins and blunders.  But God is the God of our yesterdays, and He allows the memory of them to turn the past into a ministry of spiritual growth for our future. God reminds us of the past to protect us from a very shallow security in the present.

Tomorrow. “…the Lord will go before you…”  This is a very gracious revelation…that God will send His forces out where we have failed to do so.  He will keep watch so that we will not be tripped up again by the same failures, as undoubtedly would happen if He were not our “rear guard”.  And God’s hand reaches back to the past, settling all the claims against our conscience.

Today. “You shall not go out with haste…”  As we go forth into the coming year, let it not be in the haste of impetuous, forgetful delight, nor with the quickness of impulsive thoughtlessness.  But let us go out with the patient power of knowing that  God will go before us. Our yesterdays hold broken and irreversible things for us.  It is true we have lost opportunities that will never return, but God can transform this destructive anxiety into a constructive thoughtfulness for the future.  Let the past rest , but let it rest in the sweet embrace  of Christ.

“You shall not go out in haste…for the Lord will go before you, and the god of Israel will be your rear guard.” Isaiah 52:12

Leave the broken, irreversible past in His hands, and step out into the invincible future with Him.

Shared from His Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers.


 Sending you love and hope, and a rallying heart that 2012 will bloom the way to an invincible future.

Caren Ware.

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