What I learned from working out

For about three years (or maybe two and a half) I more of less regulary go the gym. Once a week, that’s the goal. Most weeks, I manage that.

It’s not the typical gym you might picture, with lots of workout machinery, it only has spinning bikes and those gymnastic balls and the small accessories. The gym is women-only, and focuses on courses rather than machines. The family-like vibe is something I liked instantly.

When I went to the first few lessons, I was really aware of how little I knew about the routines and things to do. Sports were never my strongest subject in school, and I still throw balls like the typical girl.

But slowly I found that I go better. More and more, the transitions in the step aerobic classes went smooth, the number of repeats I could do increased, and I started to feel better in my body. It’s the little things you notice: stamina, a flexed arm, enjoying some stretching after a long walk.

I also realised that nobody cared how much I sweat or if my head gets all red when doing push-ups. We are too busy getting those remaining 8 repeats done while continuing to breathe to care. It’s freeing.

The group of ladies there is really nice. They mostly are a bit older than I, but they are funny and helpful. And interesting, too! Really diverse backgrounds, and some go to the gym since it opened 15 years or so ago.

The owners helped me with my recovery during some back problems (the joy of sitting in an office all day).

Since we will move soon and I’ll need to find a new gym, I want to say thank you for making sports fun for me. Never forgetting that.

So yeah, I’m a bit sad about leaving this place. What about you? What have you learned recently through something unexpected?



Dieser Tage habe ich mein erstes komplett selbst gestricktes Kleidungsstück, den „Old Romance Cardigan“ (Ravelry-Link) den ganzen Tag über getragen. Das heißt: Während des Arbeitstages und nach Feierabend auf einer Veranstaltung. Ich habe ihn schon während einer Feier angehabt, aber das waren nur zwei Stunden, bevor mir zu warm wurde und ich ihn ausziehen musste 🙂
Vorab hatte ich ein wenig Bedenken wegen des Lochmusterteils, dass ich da frieren würde und andererseits, dass es unterwegs unter der Jacke zu warm werden würde. Beides hat sich nicht bewahrheitet; ich hatte ein T-Shirt drunter, was witterungsbedingt und büroklimatisch genau richtig war. Ein Langarm-Shirt wäre wohl zu warm gewesen.
Der Schnitt hat sich auch als unkompliziert erwiesen, die Jacke ist mir nicht einmal von den Schultern gerutscht. Ich musste zwar manchmal ein bisschen „zuppeln“, aber nur, um den Sitz zu korrigieren und den Lochmusterstreifen gerade zu ziehen. Die Ärmel musste ich wegen der 3/4-Länge auch nicht hochschieben, gute Entscheidung, die nur so lang zu machen. Die offene Front kommt mir sehr entgegen, da ich Strickjacken selten geschlossen trage. Ich hatte überlegt, da noch einen Knopf und eine Schlaufe dranzuzaubern, habe mich aber erstmal dagegen entschieden. Zur Not tut’s eine Brosche.
Von hinten gefällt mir der Ausschnitt übrigens sehr, der ist genau richtig von der Höhe her.
Das Holst-Garn ist auch nach längerem Tragen auf den blanken Unterarmen angenehm, ich bin da aber sowieso recht schmerzfrei.
Ich habe auch (nach dezentem Hinweis auf das Teil, ahem) viele Komplimente bekommen. Ein Kommentar war der Klassiker „Sieht ja aus wie gekauft!”, was ich mal dahingehend interpretiere, dass das Teil nicht dem Öko-Strickpulli-Klischee entspricht und offenbar tragbar und nach Mode aussieht 😉
Die Jacke wanderte auch daheim nach dem Auslüften nicht zurück in den Schrank, sondern wurde noch für einen Kurzurlaub am Wochenende eingepackt. Dazu gibt es aber noch kein Fazit 😉

Der Tag hat mir jedenfalls zwei Erkenntnisse gebracht:
1) Ich brauche mehr Strickoberteile!
2) Den Old Romance werde ich definitiv öfter tragen!

Welche Erfahrungen habt ihr mit euren gestrickten Sachen im Alltag gemacht?

PS: Letztes Jahr zu Pfingsten, da war das Stück gerade in Arbeit, bin ich mit dem Zug an Leipzig vorbeigefahren. Leipzig + Pfingsten = Wave Gotik Treffen. Es stiegen zwei Besucher zu, wir kamen ins Gespräch und das hier passierte:


Podcasts Or How I Get Stuff Done

Woohoo, second post in a month or so!

On topic, girl, on topic.

A few years ago, this post wouldn’t have been written. I did not know that podcasts were A Thing, much less that I would listen to them. Before, I didn’t like listening to audio books. Audio drama was okay, but there only was one drama I followed, mainly because a friend introduced me to it and wanted to stick to it. There were huge gaps between me and the next bunch of episodes.

The one podcast that started my love is Welcome to Night Vale. It made its round on Facebook and Ravelry, and after I heard only praise, I gave it a try. Calling it an epiphany would be too much, but it did change my mind. I remember listening to it in bed, being truly comforted by Cecils (to those unfamiliar: he is the host of the fictional radio show about the town called Night Vale) voive, and not a bit spooked by the things he described.

After I ran out of back episodes, I started checking for other shows. The rest is history.

I do follow some knitting podcasts, but those either stopped updating (Brenda, oh Brenda), or update rather rarely, so these don’t count here.

My current selection of podcasts in my podcast app is quite diverse:

said Welcome to Night Vale

Serial: The first season followed a criminal case in which it isn’t sure whether the right person was convicted or not. I was obsessed, and so were a lot of people.The second seasons takes a different turn.

Criminal: This show talks about something crime-related in every episode, like K9 officer training or divers who get bodies out of water or curious crimes.

No Such Thing As A Fish: A spinoff of the tv show QI, four people talk about their favourite facts of the week and related stuff, loving insults and general awesomeness ensues. Oh, and it’s British 🙂

And, lastly, Futility Closet: This relates to NSTAAF, with something interesting to learn about in each episode, plus lateral thinking puzzles which are great brain food.


And then, there is housework. You know, doing laundry, ironing, folding clothes, hanging it up, putting it down, doing dishes, all the things I don’t particularly enjoy.

Cue podcasts. They make this boring work easier. I have fond memories of putting down laundry in the attic while hearing about a girl who saved several people from drowing, sqeeing over Cecil and Carlos while ironing or walking home from work and giggling over one of the NSTAAF hosts forgetting the name of one of the others while introducing him.

I also remember crying when Brenda from Cast On announced she would stop podcasting (she started again since then), I was washing dishes and had to stop for a moment.

But they are also good for knitting. I love listening and knitting.

Do you listen to podcasts? Tell me, I’d love to hear about them!