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Exercising And Mountain Lions
Managed to get some exercise in yesterday.
Not a big fan of running / jogging but took off yesterday just wanting to breathe some fresh air and have some alone time ...... thinking time.
There is a road that runs adjacent to our property. Pavements ends about 3/4 mile down and it turns into a dirt mountain road. I grabbed up Petey at about 11:00 and took off walking and stretching across our property to the road. Petey was excited to be going for a walk. YAY!
Upon hitting the asphalt my walking pace picked up first slowly then quicker. Eventually I broke into a jog and started looking ahead and picking out goals ..... just make it to there. The road is at a very slight uphill incline and I could feel it in my chins as I reached my first goal point. I stopped the jog and dropped to a run / walk ..... incorporating an exaggerated arm swing to help keep up the quickened heart rate. Every now and then I would site a new goal, break into a jog and then back to my quick walk / run pace.
Reaching the end of the pavement and heading on up the dirt road into the woods the quiet beauty of it all was sinking in. Petey running along beside me, pulling off every now and then to smell something that would catch his attention, then catching back up and keeping pace. Then I remembered the mountain lion sighting from last week in the subdivision just down the main highway from us. And my imagination started to work me over. As much as I wanted to keep going I ended up turning around and coming back.
Probably jogged more than 1/2 way back .... is was now at a slight downhill and much easier on the legs / chins. Made it home hot sweaty worked over and ready for a shower.
Today I want to head out again ..... and I keep asking myself ..... do you just keep going further and deeper down the road into the woods ..... knowing this bugger is out there somewhere ..... possibly close? Seeing as he was spotted in a subdivision ..... does it really make a difference if I run in a populated area or in a remote area? He is where he is, right?
When we are on the claim the mountain lion is always in the back of my head, but I don't really dwell on it or think about it much ..... I'm able to push the fear aside and just continue on with my daily routine. Is it just that it is so close to home that it bothers me more?
***sigh***
As I write Petey is out cold. It was quite the run for him yesterday and he is still recovering I believe. He is so damn sweet when he is asleep.
Grapefruit for breakfast and off I go ..... it is supposed to WARM up seriously here today ..... so thinking they could be right it would be best to get this little journey out of the way early.
Its Thursday ..... one day closer to Friday and the weekend ..... off to Medford tomorrow, flower planting on Saturday & Sunday ..... its so nice to be able to be outside in the nice warm sunshine .....
Peace. J.
Not a big fan of running / jogging but took off yesterday just wanting to breathe some fresh air and have some alone time ...... thinking time.
There is a road that runs adjacent to our property. Pavements ends about 3/4 mile down and it turns into a dirt mountain road. I grabbed up Petey at about 11:00 and took off walking and stretching across our property to the road. Petey was excited to be going for a walk. YAY!
Upon hitting the asphalt my walking pace picked up first slowly then quicker. Eventually I broke into a jog and started looking ahead and picking out goals ..... just make it to there. The road is at a very slight uphill incline and I could feel it in my chins as I reached my first goal point. I stopped the jog and dropped to a run / walk ..... incorporating an exaggerated arm swing to help keep up the quickened heart rate. Every now and then I would site a new goal, break into a jog and then back to my quick walk / run pace.
Reaching the end of the pavement and heading on up the dirt road into the woods the quiet beauty of it all was sinking in. Petey running along beside me, pulling off every now and then to smell something that would catch his attention, then catching back up and keeping pace. Then I remembered the mountain lion sighting from last week in the subdivision just down the main highway from us. And my imagination started to work me over. As much as I wanted to keep going I ended up turning around and coming back.
Probably jogged more than 1/2 way back .... is was now at a slight downhill and much easier on the legs / chins. Made it home hot sweaty worked over and ready for a shower.
Today I want to head out again ..... and I keep asking myself ..... do you just keep going further and deeper down the road into the woods ..... knowing this bugger is out there somewhere ..... possibly close? Seeing as he was spotted in a subdivision ..... does it really make a difference if I run in a populated area or in a remote area? He is where he is, right?
When we are on the claim the mountain lion is always in the back of my head, but I don't really dwell on it or think about it much ..... I'm able to push the fear aside and just continue on with my daily routine. Is it just that it is so close to home that it bothers me more?
***sigh***
As I write Petey is out cold. It was quite the run for him yesterday and he is still recovering I believe. He is so damn sweet when he is asleep.
Grapefruit for breakfast and off I go ..... it is supposed to WARM up seriously here today ..... so thinking they could be right it would be best to get this little journey out of the way early.
Its Thursday ..... one day closer to Friday and the weekend ..... off to Medford tomorrow, flower planting on Saturday & Sunday ..... its so nice to be able to be outside in the nice warm sunshine .....
Peace. J.
Its A Goldfish Roundup
A much better day today. Feeling more in tune with myself. Although not sure why as I had one of the worst nights of sleep that I've had in awhile.
My thigh muscles were doing something funky last night. It was like cramping but yet not cramping .... so today is a water day ..... flushing out the system ..... with all the crap I've been eating / drinking lately I've probably overdosed the muscles with toxins.
Going to exercise today ..... period. The mood is on a high a that is a good time to jump back on board. Then back outdoors to soak up a little more of that Vitamin D.
Sad to report our goldfish didn't make it through the winter this year. Which is our fault due to lack of keeping the ice off the pond. And the guilt over a certain water snake just tears at me more. Jen will understand. But anyway ..... our neighbors across the way have a large pond with a couple hundred goldfish in it. I decided that they wouldn't miss a couple. So for the last couple weeks I've been threatening to don the black ski mask, black leotards and gloves ..... fishing net and bucket and steal me some goldfish.
Ok, you are asking yourself ...... "Julie, why not just ask them for a few?". My response ..... "What is the fun in that!" Well, the no fun Julie won out and yesterday while out weeding I saw "Aunt Birdie" out puttering in the yard. Aunt Birdie is about 90. And has been chewing tobacco since she started teething as a baby. And she has no problem spitting ..... wherever. The age lines around her mouth stained brown. She is about 4'8" tall and wears a straw hat that swallows her whole ..... seriously, it looks like a little walking straw hat wondering around.
Aunt Birdie shares the double wide mobile with her niece Julie and her husband Leon. A single wide on the property houses Julie's two daughters from a previous marriage. Both in college. But that is neither here nor there for this story.
She happened to be looking over the pond which runs their picket fence line down the driveway that continues past their house to ours. And as simple as walking over and asking for a couple fish ..... I had permission to take them. But, taking them wasn't / isn't (have yet to catch them) so easy. They don't want to leave their pond. They are perfectly happy there. And with some sort of fish ESP every time I'd approach with the net they would retreat to the middle deepest part of the pond.
So while laying awake last night with legs doing whatever they were doing I pondered on how do have a successful goldfish roundup. I refuse to get into that pond ..... it needs cleaning. Badly. Herding them to one end with some sort of something maybe, but they are not stupid and they are fast. Dave thought maybe herding and getting underneath a bunch and flipping them out ..... I'm thinking maybe buying a couple at this point may be easier, granted not as much fun, but easier.
Dave is talking of moving back to Central California when we can, when life allows (the optometrist told my mom the other day her eyes suggest she could live another 15 years, I'm hunting down the optometrist and killing him, yep, or moving mom in with him and his family, lol)***. Seems like we are maybe going to end up going full circle. For me it is really hard. I want to lite where I can just stay without ever moving again. Can I be happy in Central California? In the foothills? If we stayed off the beaten track maybe, yes. Away from craziness and people, yes. Is that possible in the Central California foothills anymore? Debatable. ***This was meant with humor ..... I love my mom.***
Ok, babbled on enough and when Dave starts wondering in and out of the room being annoying its time to close. A bit of a jealousy factor with the computer sometimes. "Just want to see what your doing". Pretty sure he knows what I'm doing ..... lol.
Heading to Medford probably tomorrow or Friday to pick up the final sheets of insulation for the trailer. Then Dave can finish buttoning her up .... the wiring now done ..... the new stove/oven and refrigerator in place (new to me). A little bit of cupboard making to finish it off, the indoor/outdoor carpet put back in and I have me one cute stylin' little trailer. YAY! Look out river .... here we come!
Happy Hump Day all ......
Peace. J.
My thigh muscles were doing something funky last night. It was like cramping but yet not cramping .... so today is a water day ..... flushing out the system ..... with all the crap I've been eating / drinking lately I've probably overdosed the muscles with toxins.
Going to exercise today ..... period. The mood is on a high a that is a good time to jump back on board. Then back outdoors to soak up a little more of that Vitamin D.
Sad to report our goldfish didn't make it through the winter this year. Which is our fault due to lack of keeping the ice off the pond. And the guilt over a certain water snake just tears at me more. Jen will understand. But anyway ..... our neighbors across the way have a large pond with a couple hundred goldfish in it. I decided that they wouldn't miss a couple. So for the last couple weeks I've been threatening to don the black ski mask, black leotards and gloves ..... fishing net and bucket and steal me some goldfish.
Ok, you are asking yourself ...... "Julie, why not just ask them for a few?". My response ..... "What is the fun in that!" Well, the no fun Julie won out and yesterday while out weeding I saw "Aunt Birdie" out puttering in the yard. Aunt Birdie is about 90. And has been chewing tobacco since she started teething as a baby. And she has no problem spitting ..... wherever. The age lines around her mouth stained brown. She is about 4'8" tall and wears a straw hat that swallows her whole ..... seriously, it looks like a little walking straw hat wondering around.
Aunt Birdie shares the double wide mobile with her niece Julie and her husband Leon. A single wide on the property houses Julie's two daughters from a previous marriage. Both in college. But that is neither here nor there for this story.
She happened to be looking over the pond which runs their picket fence line down the driveway that continues past their house to ours. And as simple as walking over and asking for a couple fish ..... I had permission to take them. But, taking them wasn't / isn't (have yet to catch them) so easy. They don't want to leave their pond. They are perfectly happy there. And with some sort of fish ESP every time I'd approach with the net they would retreat to the middle deepest part of the pond.
So while laying awake last night with legs doing whatever they were doing I pondered on how do have a successful goldfish roundup. I refuse to get into that pond ..... it needs cleaning. Badly. Herding them to one end with some sort of something maybe, but they are not stupid and they are fast. Dave thought maybe herding and getting underneath a bunch and flipping them out ..... I'm thinking maybe buying a couple at this point may be easier, granted not as much fun, but easier.
Dave is talking of moving back to Central California when we can, when life allows (the optometrist told my mom the other day her eyes suggest she could live another 15 years, I'm hunting down the optometrist and killing him, yep, or moving mom in with him and his family, lol)***. Seems like we are maybe going to end up going full circle. For me it is really hard. I want to lite where I can just stay without ever moving again. Can I be happy in Central California? In the foothills? If we stayed off the beaten track maybe, yes. Away from craziness and people, yes. Is that possible in the Central California foothills anymore? Debatable. ***This was meant with humor ..... I love my mom.***
Ok, babbled on enough and when Dave starts wondering in and out of the room being annoying its time to close. A bit of a jealousy factor with the computer sometimes. "Just want to see what your doing". Pretty sure he knows what I'm doing ..... lol.
Heading to Medford probably tomorrow or Friday to pick up the final sheets of insulation for the trailer. Then Dave can finish buttoning her up .... the wiring now done ..... the new stove/oven and refrigerator in place (new to me). A little bit of cupboard making to finish it off, the indoor/outdoor carpet put back in and I have me one cute stylin' little trailer. YAY! Look out river .... here we come!
Happy Hump Day all ......
Peace. J.
Exercising
So I'm in the process of loosing weight after a year of heck helped me gain weight. I'm actually heavier then I have ever been and it amuses me a bit: I thought I was overweight in highschool. Yet I walked 3 miles a day and listed weights every other day...
What a difference being a little bit older makes ;)
When I started this I decided to buy myself an Ipod shuffle, something that could with stand me doing something like dropping it on the ground, then kicking it, then having to spend 30 minutes finding the mp3 player.
Believe me, I've been known to do such things. I've learned to value things that are indestructable, heh.
I have started out by walking. Since I work the overnight shift at my job, I decided to do my walking towards the evening. I hope to get back to the point where I work out (with weights,) but right now I am taking baby steps. Almost literally, I don't have a very long stride ;) I'm going to ignore weight loss for awhile and just see what happens by eating right and exercising...
It should be fun.
Right?
What a difference being a little bit older makes ;)
When I started this I decided to buy myself an Ipod shuffle, something that could with stand me doing something like dropping it on the ground, then kicking it, then having to spend 30 minutes finding the mp3 player.
Believe me, I've been known to do such things. I've learned to value things that are indestructable, heh.
I have started out by walking. Since I work the overnight shift at my job, I decided to do my walking towards the evening. I hope to get back to the point where I work out (with weights,) but right now I am taking baby steps. Almost literally, I don't have a very long stride ;) I'm going to ignore weight loss for awhile and just see what happens by eating right and exercising...
It should be fun.
Right?
Do What I Say, Not What I Do
Yesterday, I pulled out the old resistance training cords so the kiddo and I could do some strengthening and toning exercises. Because she was having a hard time using them, I would demonstrate each exercise and how to manipulate the cords to fit each exercise. She was still having some trouble doing sit ups, so I told her to lie flat on her back and raise both of her legs off the the floor. She needed a visual demonstration so I proceeded to put my feet in the two bottom handles (my cords have four handles) and I grabbed the other two handles and pulled my arms to my chest like I was doing bicep curls. When I tried to lift my legs off the ground... nada. Then, I changed the position of my arms by spreading them out like I was making a T with my body. I did this thinking it would give me more leverage. When I tried to lift my legs again -- nuthin'. Next, I tried to lift my arms over my head. I figured this would give the cords more tension, which would help. After a few seconds of grunting and struggling, the damned handles slipped off my feet! Meanwhile, the kiddo was trying very hard not to laugh at her momma. Finally, I tried doing it again with my hands over my head. When I tried to lift my legs, my left foot slid all the way through and my leg got hung up in the handle! That did it for the poor kiddo and she just erupted into laughter! LOL!
She took the resistence cords from me and proceeded to do the exercise I tried to show her.
"Like this Momma?"
"Yeah," I replied winded, "Just like that."
tone it up
I'm not talking about physical toning, I'm talking spiritual. I have a number of books that I would call strength equipment in the house. The main one being the Word of God aka the Bible. I have other books that explain the Bible, look at the Word more in depth. I have other books with inspirational stories and self help techniques to get you on the right page with yourself. All these things, added in with prayer and meditation, do wonders for spiritual strength.
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