I’m not a follower. I always do my own thing. I am really bad with directions on even the simplest projects. So….. I joined a gym again after a few years off from my previous diligent, yet not psycho gym attendance. (—but I didn’t do it for the new year I joined in early November…) Anyway, I walked into the gym knowing that I was already going to join. It was not very simple as I had to have a tour and tell them my life story and agree to a health assessment before I could finally just JOIN. Anyway, I am back in fitness classes and having a good time. I was incredibly weak on my upper body the first few classes, but immediately I started to get stronger. The weeks passed and I had to go to my assessment. I really wanted to get my actual age info. but they didn’t give it to me probably cause I said no to the personal training 10 times and needed to leave. I really didn’t want to miss my yoga class for the week for that. The local yoga teacher has a fond need of calling me out to fix my poses and like I said above, I’m not good with directions. However, it’s an amazing class. She has some incredible moves, but I’m content to be improving on my upper body strength. The snazzy poses…… I might never get to. My advice if you join a gym in the next few weeks or ever. Go. Don’t be a statistic that pays and makes the gym richer for nothing.
He is a relentless drill sergeant. He is highly unpredictable and makes me work out every day. Sometimes, he wakes me up multiple times a night. After having 3 children and being woken at random times in the night for years, I wouldn’t have ever planned to be awakened for anything much. We walk a lot. Of course I enjoy that sort of thing, but he makes me or he’ll drive me nuts and punish me if we don’t work out. He is almost 4 months old.
As soon as school got out for Thanksgiving break, we drove to Salt Lake City. Then, caught 3 flights to eventually end up in Northern Queensland, Australia for turkey day. It was long trek, but you eventually don’t feel it anymore. You watch movies, you sleep zzzz, you eat…. The sitting doesn’t bother me, but the turbulence is always a different story 😳. It costs 20 Aussie bucks to get a visa to enter the country and you’re in. (Apply minimum 2 weeks b4 travel) We arrived in Queensland for 5 nights with a few goals to accomplish, but no set schedule. I’ll be posting more pictures in the next few days….📷
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My dad taught me to hike. Though he is still quite mobile and active at 74, he is no longer my hiking partner and prefers an ATV/side by side. I enjoy both. ATVs are quick and fun ways to experience things and on foot is a sweaty slower more communing with nature way to enjoy the earth. A healthy body is the biggest blessing in the world because you can use it to move around some pretty awesome places and do some amazing things. I like to move my body to go hiking. It requires no skill and only as much effort as you want to exert.
One of the main purposes of my blog was because I love to hike. I also do NOT love to run. I ran track in 1990. My friends loved it, I did not. They went on to be state competitors and now have state competitor offspring runners. Fast forward to today, lots and I mean lots of people RUN. The business of marathons is booming. My blog is an antidote for people who don’t want to run, but get their fitness on. FYI, Hiking CAN be enjoyed by runners but, hiking does NOT take skill or speed and I believe it is a very enjoyable past time; and wouldn’t it be nice to see a NIKE shirt with HIKE and a swoosh? I might actually buy that shirt instead of all the RUN +swoosh shirts. Growing up one house away from an endless desert mountain range was the only vista I knew for 95% of my youth and I have long enjoyed me a good hike. I have even enjoyed some of my best hikes with my running pals. 🙂
This is a post about hiking that I just came across on facebook.
Doctors Explain How Hiking Actually Changes Our Brains
Well one of them is not, but we still have 5. So… It was off for our first Boise bike ride. The weather has been fantastic so we hit the road. I was the designated safety monitor from the back to make sure my youngest didn’t end up down a ravine. As she braked quickly once right in front of me, I almost did. 🙂 The biking trail was a lot of fun. There were all sorts of characters whizzing past us on their Saturday fitness activity. The majority were pretty respectful as I had a pretty unstable biking companion and I enjoyed hearing the birds singing. It was like everything had come to life. As we were going at a pretty leisurely pace, I was reminded of a conversation I had with one of my best college friends several months ago. We were in Budapest and they had bikes to rent so I said I wanted to go biking. My friend had flown in from Russia to hang out with us. He informed me that he would not be biking anytime soon. “It was basically for losers.” I chuckled and told him that if he ever came back to Utah to visit me that I’d require him to get on a bike. He then conceded that he would do it, but under no circumstances could I put a picture on Facebook so that our other friend would see it. The reason being is that our friend has a very fancy Jaguar and I suppose the accoutrements that go along with it and they both got their MBAs together at the same time. So, the one without the Jag definitely doesn’t want to be seen on a bike. Russian culture is very flashy so a bike would be way too much for losers. It was funny to think of the cultural differences as we pedaled today and remember his funny bike bias.
Once upon a time, my mom went to the Super Bowl. It’s a funny story cause she could care less about football. It was a long time ago in the eighties. My aunt was a huge football fan so my mom got dragged along as a sidekick a lot to Rams games as my aunt was a season ticket holder. Through that channel, they got tickets to the Super Bowl. We always enjoyed hearing about the interesting characters they would sit by at the games and so we were super excited for her to go to the big game. We knew we would get a sweatshirt when she got home, but it was a sweatshirt of the losers. (THE BRONCOS) Fast forward a few decades, I enjoy football. I enjoy the camaraderie, but I really have no idea what is actually going on. Neither one of my brothers played football. They were not exactly hefty. My dad’s sport of choice was walking mountainous terrain and emerging when he was good and ready. This usually involved great distances. It turned off my mom quite early in their marriage so she has always refused to walk/hike with him. My dad and I have had some good hikes together from an early age to now when he has dramatically slowed down. You don’t have to be fast to hike, genetically special, or anything like with football. However, this weekend I will turn on my tv. I will enjoy some nachos, wings, and probably some Coca Cola. I won’t know what is going on during the game and I won’t care who wins, but I’ll enjoy a bit of this classic American past time.
The other day on our family walk, we encountered some other walkers. Now, I have noticed that in Boise, Idaho it is clear that there are A LOT of people who enjoy walking for pleasure. As we were entering the trail, they were exiting and they told us that they had come upon a “lynx or bobcat” just off the trail up a little ways. I got extremely interested and had to control myself not to beg them to show us. They said that since they had passed it coming and going, the chances were very high we would see it. Having never seen anything like it, (in the wild) I was so excited. We followed their directions scanning all over the place. I had long since given up when my daughter figured we had passed the place they were talking about. However, since there were 5 of us my husband and daughter in the rear spotted it. The cat was up in a tree. This animal was very well camouflaged so much so that even having it pointed out, I could barely see it until it became clear to me. It was just far enough off that I had to go off trail a bit to get a lot closer look and a decent photo. I am used to chasing red rocks and vistas on my walking adventures, but seeing anything other than generic wildlife is pretty awesome and a first.
UNLESS you are going to use it or don’t care about wasting $$$. I have a lot of really fit friends, one of them who works as a fitness instructor posted some insight a few days ago. 1. lots of people join for the new year and January is pretty busy at the gym 2. they get intimidated by fit “lunks” 3. they give up. He encouraged people to START slow. Personally, I’m too cheap to join a gym and not go, but apparently many aren’t. I haven’t gone to a gym for a few years, but I was quite regular when I had a membership except in the summer when I had full time parenting. I love the classes, well not the ab focused ones. I’ve always been fit, but with belly fat. I’m fine doing whatever at the gym except I get dizzy if I spin around while dancing so I don’t spin and my core cannot compete with the regulars at pilates. I was never ashamed to lay there when I couldn’t do stuff though. Also, I secretly rooted for every really overweight person who showed up. I’m definitely too reserved to go give them a high 5, but I did it in my head. Years of Zumba with the girl who would be on the Wii video game and I still looked like the white girl with no rhythm. When I was a regular at yoga, I would have to leave before the cool down or I’d fall asleep on my mat. (Sleeping for 2 minutes and then being kicked out is oddly unpleasant.) In yoga class, there was a guy who had so much energy that he’d do leaps in between the poses so you have to find your own groove. If the gym isn’t for you then walking is of course my favorite option. It’s as affordable as you want it to be, but you can upgrade to some great vistas as far as your budget and your imagination will allow. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
Any terror attack is profoundly tragic, but the Boston marathon one affected me worse than others. I think it is because I ran way back when and I could conceive of the utter exhaustion that those people could have felt at the end of the race and then to have to flee in a moment of tragedy or triumph. I once competed in a cross country race all on red dirt at around 100 degrees. At the finish line, I was beyond exhausted and my body was breaking down. I’ve never come close to a marathon, but that day I was pushed to my limit so seeking refuge from chaos in that moment of the bombing would have been acutely challenging. The day of the bombing, I had a friend who had crossed the finish line several minutes earlier and my husband’s boss also had already finished before the bomb went off we learned later. Hopefully the victims can feel some peace in this time of “trial” in Boston.