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Mars Retrograde Tuesdays

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Mars, the planet of action, ambition, anger and athleticism, turns retrograde on September 9, 2020 in the sign of Aries, one of two signs the Red Planet rules (the other sign is Scorpio). It will appear to travel backward in Aries through November 13, 2020. During this time, we can expect to see some halted plans; any forward momentum we had may be thwarted. This can affect our activities at work, home, and school.

Retrograde isn’t all that bad, though. Any time a planet is in retrograde motion, we are given an opportunity to shift our focus to more inward pursuits:

  • Reflection
  • Review
  • Revision
  • Reassessment

The focus of the inner work is based on the areas ruled by that planet. In the case of Mars, those areas include:

  • Physical activity
  • Ambition and goals
  • Passion, lust, and sex

In the same vein as Venus Retrograde Fridays, I suggest taking one day a week during the retrograde cycle to do work in these areas. Since Mars rules Tuesday, set aside some time that day for Mars Retrograde Tuesdays. Beginning with September 15, 2020 and ending with November 10, 2020, here are some Martian activities to try:

Move your body.
If you haven’t already been exercising regularly, now is the time to get back on the bike, lace up the running shoes, roll out the yoga mat, and/or dust off the treadmill. Don’t push yourself if energy is low – lowered stamina is possible during Mars retrograde – but a 30-minute walk will get your circulation going and your heart pumping. One caveat: if you have been sedentary for a long time, don’t start a vigorous new exercise regimen. Use this time to research different physical activities you might want to try, or talk with your health care provider about ideas.

Eat something spicy or grilled – or both!
Mars rules garlic, ginger, and peppers, so cook up some Szechuan stir-fry, a Thai or Indian curry, or a Mexican feast. (You can check out my recipe for homemade salsa here!) Since Mars also rules fire, a grilled entrée or side dish would be perfect for Tuesday dinners.

Channel your anger.
This year has provided more than enough opportunity for outrage – but how are you working with that anger? How has it been manifesting in your life: physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually? Some ways to work through your anger include:

  • writing letters to the people/places/things that make you angry (and not sending them – remember, you’re processing this anger for your own personal reflection and to get them out of your system)
  • joining a protest (if you can do so safely)
  • contacting your local and state legislators to express your frustrations
  • signing and sharing petitions related to causes you feel passionate about

Assess your personal and professional goals. Mars likes to make things happen, but during a retrograde period, that drive to achieve and succeed may be thwarted. Sit down with paper & pen and write out your personal and professional goals. Where do you want to see yourself in a year? In five years? Now’s the time to see where you’re at and where you want to go.

What about Sex?!

Mars also rules passion, lust, and sex – and it’s those aspects that often make the headlines for Mars. During a Mars retrograde cycle your sex drive may be the complete opposite of what it usually is, or you may find yourself sexually frustrated with your partner. If you’re not sexually active, Mars retrograde may leave you feeling restless, unmotivated or dealing with a creative blockage (especially if you are an artist or writer).

How to deal with all of this pent up sexual energy? A few suggestions:

Remember this is temporary. Even if you are skeptical about astrology and its effects on daily living, our sex drive ebbs and peaks over time. Shift your attention to something else when the frustration gets overwhelming: exercise, singing or dancing may help.

Open the toy chest. Since retrograde cycles are about reviewing and reassessing the areas of life ruled by the retrograde planet, take time to review what gives you pleasure sexually – and that means open up your toy chest, buy some batteries and figure out what turns you on.

Talk with your partner. Emotions may be running hot while your libido isn’t, and that can definitely cause friction (and not the good kind, either). Open up conversations with your partner about your sex life: what you love about it, what you’d like to try out, what you’d like to work on making even better.

You’re not restricted to just Tuesdays for these Mars-centric activities, of course. Working through anger issues is good at any time, and exercising at least 3 times a week is ideal. But sometimes it helps to know that there’s one day a week devoted to specific self-care rituals, and that’s what Mars Retrograde Tuesday is all about. Make the most of it!

 

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My Declaration of Independence: 2014 Edition

Ahh, Independence Day. Picnics, barbecues, fellowship, fireworks. And Moxie’s annual personal declaration of independence.

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Thanks to the Affordable Care Act, I have health insurance again. And though I’ve gotten my annual well woman exam through Planned Parenthood for the last 7+ years, including mammograms for the past 3 years, it’s nice to know I can also see the doctor, dentist and optometrist and not worry about how I’m going to pay for it.

Which is the reason for this year’s declaration:

I declare my independence from poor health and wellness.

What fulfilling this year’s declaration looks like: getting a physical and blood work. Getting my thyroid and hormone levels checked to see if they are part of the reason I have been such a moody, temperature-sensitive little shit lately. Getting a referral to an integrative health specialist whom I’ve heard is an amazing doctor to help me address my health issues using holistic, natural approaches. For the first time in a very, very long time, I’m actually excited to go see the doctor. Still not crazy about the blood work part – I get all woozy with blood draws, especially if the nurse or phlebotomist can’t hit the vein right away. (I just freaked myself out typing that. Deep breaths. Deeeeep breaths.)

This declaration also means more exercise. Last week I bought a lap swim pass for my community pool and started swimming laps this week – 20 on Tuesday and 20 yesterday, go me – and the plan is to get up to 50 laps per session by the end of the summer. I’m looking into post-Labor Day swim centers, plus I want to take old school aerobics classes again and more zumba. I’ve never been good about maintaining an exercise plan at home, and now that I’m working from home, I definitely need a reason to get out and interact with others.

It’s my hope that by July 4, 2015 I can say that I’m in excellent physical condition: reduced weight, low blood pressure, low cholesterol, healthy heart, hormones in (not out of) whack, and everything else working like a finely tuned machine.

What’s your personal declaration of independence for 2014?

Why Y’all Still Lost and Running?*

A few weeks ago I was reading through Facebook posts and realized just how many of my FB friends are into running. Whether they do it primarily for exercise or are doing 5K, 10K, half marathons, or marathons, these people always seem to post about running. How many miles they just ran, how many miles they will run tomorrow, the race they just signed up for, the race they ran last week, photos of their sweaty tired bodies clutching onto several friends who just ran their first/fifth/307th half, or holding up the medal they got for completing the race. No one ever posts a selfie of themselves puking at the finish line, though. While that would be really gross, I would appreciate the honesty of it.

What’s chasing us again? T-rex? Or a mastodon?

Runners have lingo that I don’t completely understand. PR is Puerto Rico or public relations, right? Carbo loading, I’m told, does not have to do with a clown named Carbo offering gun safety tips while speaking only in gerunds. Recovery run? That sounds like the name of a 5K to benefit Alcoholics Anonymous. And chip time does not mean that magical hour when you bust out the Ruffles and a big ol’ jar of French onion dip.

I’ve heard the stories about runner’s high, some euphoria that kicks in when you’ve been pushing your body to its limits. I suspect it’s not euphoria or endorphins, though. Because if modern technology could make that runner’s high talk, it would actually sound something like this:

“Are you f*#@ing kidding me? You’re still running? It’s been 5 miles already! What the hell is wrong with you?Sweet cheese on a cracker, we are NOT being chased by a mastodon or T-rex or even a goddamn zombie! Slow the $#@! down! I am worn the #$!@ out and I need to lay down soon or so help me, I’m gonna blow out your knee or snap your Achilles. Don’t test me, bitch. DON’T DO IT.”

 

What I want to yell at runners. Just for fun, of course.

I used to lose friends when they got boyfriends/girlfriends, got married, or had kids. Now it’s running. They are all so busy training, or heading off to run a race, or going to bed early because they have to be up at early o’clock to run. Every once in a while someone tries to convince me to take up running, but all I have to do is point to my big knockers and say, “There is no sports bra strong enough to prevent these jugs from giving me a concussion if I run.” That usually stops the conversation.

If you see me running, it’s likely I am:

  1. trying to make my connection at Phoenix airport (lord, how I hate that airport)
  2. being chased by a mastodon or T-rex – it will not be zombies, because they always win and I might as well be a joiner
  3. getting out of the way of some maniac driver

If it’s #2 or #3, you should probably run as well. If it’s #1, just get out of my way.

*Yes, the title of this post is a not-so-subtle reference to this awesome Powderfinger song.

If the Black & Hot Pink Athletic Shoe Fits

Last week I went shopping for shoes for my aerobics class. There were plenty of shoes to choose from, but the color selection freaked me out. I’m talking neon colors of pink and chartreuse and orange on a black or grey canvas mesh. What happened to standard white sneakers with blue or silver accents?

I suppose I’m incorrectly assuming that the resurgence of old-school aerobic dance classes means that white high-top aerobic shoes are back, too. I did find out that Reebok still makes the ubiquitous-in-the-80s Freestyle high-top aerobic shoes. And you can get them in white. But if you go to their website, you will find crazy color combinations that look like the shoes were dipped in rainbow sherbet gone horribly wrong.

Since I had limited funds, I narrowed it down to two choices, seen below.

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Want to guess which one I picked?

Did Anyone Get the Number of That Truck?

I am sore all over and I blame the boot camp workout I did yesterday. The instructor, Abby, had us doing 5 minutes of squats. FIVE MINUTES. To encourage us to keep going with the exercise, she said, “When you’re 85 you’re gonna be able to go to the bathroom on your own. You might not be able to go tomorrow, but you will when you’re 85.” The muscles in my quads, abs and shoulders are all screaming at me for yesterday’s torture session. I have done nothing but lay around and wish a massage therapist named Sven with big hands and a sullen disposition would knock on my door, carrying a massage table and a note reading, “Your one hour massage session and Sven’s tip have been taken care of. Thanks for voting, Governor-elect Jerry Brown.”