UGH! How does one get back into blogging after not blogging for what seems like for-ev-ah?! I liken it to cranking up the
tread dreadmill to full speed and then just jumping right on. Like, Swoosh, just do it, sprint or die!! I have a really bad habit of sprinting from the get-go. Sports I would probably excel at since I’d HAVE to sprint right out the gates: NASCAR racing (is that even a sport?), jockeying, competitive eating chocolate-covered English Toffee, 100 yard dash, Iron Chef… and Olympic marathon racing (if I trained with the Kenyans, because let’s be honest, a 4-minute mile for 26.2 miles is practically sprinting.)
At any rate, I’ve been doing none of that because, not only do I not own a nas-car or a horse or the other talent required for those sports, but I’ve also been on this “let’s focus on my mental well-being” kick. ‘Cause how can I be physically fit if my mind isn’t in the “let’s get physical, physical” game? And while I’ve THOROUGHLY enjoyed my recent foray into relaxation (hello, where did this extra 5 pounds come from??), I’m looking forward to buckling back down with my barbell – especially since I’ve just recently discovered cellulite under my butt cheek. Cellulite: It Happens.
^^ In addition to all that and a bag of chips (literally) here are some other stuff that happened:
We recently rented a lake front cabin up near Granby Lake, CO. The view from the deck was better than the view of Ryan Lochte in a speedo at the Summer 2012 Olympics:
I got to live out my dream of “sipping black coffee while wearing flannel and watching the sunrise from the deck of a cabin.” No joke – those were the exact words I told my husband when he asked me my vision of a relaxing weekend. And holy smokes, he made it happen:
It was at the cabin that I learned how AMAZING it feels to sleep 9+ hours a night. I was like a Redneckaleptic – I slept everywhere including in front of the fire with my dogs:
I also spent an afternoon at Hot Sulphur Springs, CO! My hair smelled like dinosaur eggs for days but it was totally worth soaking in 31 minerals naturally heated from deep within the earth. Wow, I just totally sounded like a hippie right there. The water was so blue!
And when something is good, why change it? So, last week we rented ANOTHER cabin at this cool Colorado town:
There is this performing arts camp up in the mountains there called “Perry Mansfield”. And, well, in the cold winter months I guess the kids don’t feel much like performing the arts so… this company, Pioneer Ridge, rents out the TV-less, internet-less cabins to vacationers.
We ventured out of the cabin for some BBQ, books at the local bookshop, and backcountry splitboarding. I was pretty glad to be away from the crowds at resorts and out in the middle of nowhere especially since I had a tendency to yell, “My calves! My glutes, my glutes are on fire.” I don’t what it is about this sport but it makes me SO HUNGRY I could eat an elephant… or a cookies and cream milkshake. The kind you get from a drive-thru, not the kind that brings all the boys to the yard. (So this is how the cellulite happened. Suddenly everything is making sense.)
My favorite part of last week was soaking at Strawberry Park Hot Springs. In fact, this whole trip to Steamboat came about after I pinned a link to Strawberry Park from Pinterest. Don’t join Pinterest – it’s an addiction you’ll never beat especially once you discover pictures of food. I have a thing against spas. Watch a few episodes of anything on MTV and you’ll understand why. The thought of splishy splashing around in water with temps conducive to harboring bacteria is not my idea of living on the edge. But these springs are continuously flowing from underground to one hot pool to another so somehow it made it seem okay. Plus, I know of no other place where you can soak in hot springs while watching the sunset and being surrounded by snow.
It was honestly all that I needed to reset and get back in the swing of things. Out there it felt like I had my priorities straight: Family and the Outdoors and my crazy dogs!! (Don’t let that expression of Rogue fool you – she wasn’t cold. That’s not snow on her face, it’s cocaine.)
Now that I’m all relaxed up, I can focus on training for that 4-minute mile sprint. Or maybe I’ll just start with a healthy breakfast, getting back under the barbell, and tackling the 400+ work emails that I’m sure has accumulated in my inbox after a week of no internet.