My butt hurts. Like, really hurts. The muscles and tendons and all the things that keep my legs attached to my butt? Well, they hurt too.
And my feet...don't even get me started on my feet. I'm totally buying new walking shoes - tomorrow, when I'm able to move again.
I WILL be able to move again, right?
I was --->this<--- close to cancelling my plans to hike with Hubbypants again this morning. Over 7 miles yesterday left me feeling stiff and achy this morning, with a desire to curl up next to my coffee cup and not leave the couch.
But then I started flipping through the Title Nine sportswear catalog. Go visit the link, I'll wait.
See? Functionally cute clothes! Everything wicks - as in, draws away perspiration, stretches in all the right places and then stretches back so you don't have any saggy-baggy areas.
Whenever I walk through REI with Hubbypants I admire the functionality of the clothing, the soft and supple fabrics that are also stylish (a.k.a. no frumpy active wear). Target is starting to carry some things, but for the most part is is clearly active wear. Title Nine and REI have bridged the chasms, married the two sides and produced clothing you can look fucking awesome in, despite whatever grueling activity you are doing at the time.
At least it looks that way on the hanger and in the catalog. I wouldn't know, because I've always fallen just outside of their sizing charts.
How I long to wear a slinky sundress that I can walk around in on a hot day and not show how I'm sweating buckets (wicking fabric is actually the best invention ever, sliced bread doesn't even come close). How I've wanted to wear those cute peasant cut blouses that are also form fitting with those flouncy skirts that fall just above the knee. Everything made of that lush fabric.
Oh...the fabric.
So, it was Title Nine that inspired me to put on my sports bra (that I actually did buy from them), my shoes and hit the trail for ANOTHER 7+ mile hike.
Oh, I put pants and shirt on, too. Just in case you were worried...I wasn't just wearing a bra and shoes. This time. I'm new to this hiking thing, I'm learning what is acceptable on the trails and I get so damn hot! Trust me...nekkidness is not generally acceptable attire for hiking.
My goal is to own some of those clothes.
And, not just own them, but actually be able to wear them.
And not just wear them, but have them fit properly AND look good.
Losing 25 pounds has gotten me closer, but Title Nine dresses are still just beyond my grasp. My next weight goal is 22 pounds away. By then I'll be inside of their sizing chart - barely, but I'll be there.
When that happens, I'm buying a damn dress.
Or something.
Anything...any damn thing that fits, I'm buying it.
Zombies happen and when they do, you just need to add whipped cream to your coffee. And maybe some Bailey's. You just do.
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Sunday, March 03, 2013
Saturday, March 02, 2013
A Hike, The Ocean and Not Dying Today - NaBloPoMo Day 2
Yesterday I wrote about figurative risk.
Today?
Literal - as in, I almost died kind of risk.
O.k., not really. But, I could have died...if you consider that death can happen at any time, especially when it is super inconvenient and it would have been TOTALLY inconvenient today...especially for me.
I went hiking with Hubbypants today.
Historically, hiking has been a risky event when we do it together...because, we don't seem to speak the same language when it comes to things like distance and difficulty.
He'll say, "It isn't that hard and there's only, like, one medium(ish) difficulty hill." What he neglects to say is that he considers "medium" a mountain that takes us from sea level, through the troposphere and onward to tickling the bottommost level of the stratosphere. (Dude, I got an A+ in my college geography class, I know this shit).
O.k., not really - the part about Hubbypants (he isn't that extreme), but I totally DID get that A+ in geography.
However, Hubbypants' idea of difficult and my idea of difficult really are beings from different solar systems.
Hubbypants is training to hike Mount Whitney this summer, which...knowing him, he likely considers a medium hike. When he isn't doing training hikes with his buddies, he likes to hike the local trails with me. I've been walking lots of hills, so they don't scare me as much as they used to, especially when I already know the terrain of our hike. When I don't? I get a little nervous and contact 911 in advance so they can start warming up the 911 chopper to airlift me out.
But today? Today I took a risk and agreed to a hike because 1) it involved the ocean and 2) I'm insane and I love Hubbypants and he makes me like doing stuff with him, despite my efforts not to. I think he's slipping something into my coffee.
Well, it totally worked in my favor and was a fabulous hike. We traipsed over 7 miles with NO HILLS. I know! Fucking awesome!!! Although, I do want to go on record saying that I was totally willing to walk some hills, because they've proven to be ass shrinkers and...well...mine still needs some shrinking.
I'm so glad I took the risk and put myself out there, willing to face whatever incline lay in my path...and potential certain death. Let's not forget how close y'all came to losing me today - those cliffs TOTALLY could have given way, sweeping me out to sea to become a hearty snack for Jaws.
But, I'm a survivor, I am.
I'll leave you with these images of our day - commence with the jealousy...
Today?
Literal - as in, I almost died kind of risk.
O.k., not really. But, I could have died...if you consider that death can happen at any time, especially when it is super inconvenient and it would have been TOTALLY inconvenient today...especially for me.
I went hiking with Hubbypants today.
Historically, hiking has been a risky event when we do it together...because, we don't seem to speak the same language when it comes to things like distance and difficulty.
He'll say, "It isn't that hard and there's only, like, one medium(ish) difficulty hill." What he neglects to say is that he considers "medium" a mountain that takes us from sea level, through the troposphere and onward to tickling the bottommost level of the stratosphere. (Dude, I got an A+ in my college geography class, I know this shit).
O.k., not really - the part about Hubbypants (he isn't that extreme), but I totally DID get that A+ in geography.
However, Hubbypants' idea of difficult and my idea of difficult really are beings from different solar systems.
Hubbypants is training to hike Mount Whitney this summer, which...knowing him, he likely considers a medium hike. When he isn't doing training hikes with his buddies, he likes to hike the local trails with me. I've been walking lots of hills, so they don't scare me as much as they used to, especially when I already know the terrain of our hike. When I don't? I get a little nervous and contact 911 in advance so they can start warming up the 911 chopper to airlift me out.
But today? Today I took a risk and agreed to a hike because 1) it involved the ocean and 2) I'm insane and I love Hubbypants and he makes me like doing stuff with him, despite my efforts not to. I think he's slipping something into my coffee.
Well, it totally worked in my favor and was a fabulous hike. We traipsed over 7 miles with NO HILLS. I know! Fucking awesome!!! Although, I do want to go on record saying that I was totally willing to walk some hills, because they've proven to be ass shrinkers and...well...mine still needs some shrinking.
I'm so glad I took the risk and put myself out there, willing to face whatever incline lay in my path...and potential certain death. Let's not forget how close y'all came to losing me today - those cliffs TOTALLY could have given way, sweeping me out to sea to become a hearty snack for Jaws.
But, I'm a survivor, I am.
I'll leave you with these images of our day - commence with the jealousy...
And so it begins...
It looks as if the cliffs are thirsty and swallowing the sea!
I sent Hubbypants in first, 'cause I'm not an idiot.
I know I can't outrun the Kracken, unless its busy eating someone other than me.
Sometimes, sacrifices have to be made.
I love you, Hubbypants and I would have totally missed you!
He survived, I guess the Kracken wasn't hungry. Whew....close call...
Rugged California coast
Poor wittle rock...all alone on the beach, no one to play with.
Anyone else see the squat little face wearing a top hat as it rises from the sea?
No?
No one sees that?
Not even just a little, like if you squint your eyes and look at it sideways?
What if you do all of the above AFTER a shot or 3 of tequila?
Still no?
Yeah...um...I don't see it either.
As soon as Hubbypants was done hogging the view,
I went out there to look.
Which, when you have a touch of vertigo, can be just downright stupid.
See, taking risks and living to tell the tale.
Risk
Where will it lead you?
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
Sunday, February 05, 2012
Sunday: NaBloPoMo Day 5 & A New Plot to Kill Me
NaBloPoMo: The February Edition is on Day 5 and I've had very little time to write this weekend.
It's also Super Bowl Sunday, which I could care less about. Maybe even less than less.
But, what I do care about is the party that we'll be going to and the great people we'll get to hang out with and the food and the wine and...I'll tolerate the football for all of the aforementioned.
Before I head off to shower, I'd like to revisit the possibility that my husband is trying to kill me. This morning we walked some hills...the fatal cardiac event inducing kind of hills. It was his idea....to walk these hills. This isn't the first time Hubbypants has tried to kill me. You can read about it here: Of Mountains and Murder
That's all I have for you today. I'm going to shower now and try not to slip on the slick tub...I think Hubbypants is oiling it down, making it extra slippery. It couldn't possibly be the fact that it needs to be cleaned.
Happy Sunday Y'all!
It's also Super Bowl Sunday, which I could care less about. Maybe even less than less.
But, what I do care about is the party that we'll be going to and the great people we'll get to hang out with and the food and the wine and...I'll tolerate the football for all of the aforementioned.
Before I head off to shower, I'd like to revisit the possibility that my husband is trying to kill me. This morning we walked some hills...the fatal cardiac event inducing kind of hills. It was his idea....to walk these hills. This isn't the first time Hubbypants has tried to kill me. You can read about it here: Of Mountains and Murder
That's all I have for you today. I'm going to shower now and try not to slip on the slick tub...I think Hubbypants is oiling it down, making it extra slippery. It couldn't possibly be the fact that it needs to be cleaned.
Happy Sunday Y'all!
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