Saturday, July 4, 2015

Independence Day

I'm not feeling very free as of late.

The bandage and tape on my right hand are constant reminders I am limited.

But patriotic, through and through.

Today was the parade...

...I lost my sunglasses.

A Nastee lunch...
...even the King enjoyed it.

Patriotic dessert at the neighborhood BBQ.

And lastly fireworks of different sorts out in Chino.

All of these things were nice, I enjoyed them...but my heart was elsewhere.

Where exactly, I'm not certain.  I just don't feel free.

I do think some melancholy has set in from the protracted and lengthy healing time of my hand.  It's not fun; I had to put the fitness quest on hold.

Tomorrow, hopefully, I'll get some cleaning done.  Straighten up some messes, and spend some time with friends.

I will make this work.  Right?


Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Happy Birthday, Dad!

My Daddy is 76 today!

Me and my dad, 43 1/2 years ago.

It is from him I have my love of airplanes.

Age five-ish.  I loved to do touch and go's.

As the oldest daughter of a man with no sons, I inherited his love of the space race, sci-if and great stereo systems.

Flying in a B-17 with my late sister, Jenny.

With Lad on the same flight, eight years ago.  

We really love airplanes...

Dad was even with me when I fell instantly in love with this Lancaster.

Last year at Prescott's airport.

Thank you, Dad, for introducing me to the love of flight.  I thoroughly enjoyed my years as a road warrior and still love O'Hare just for the Admiral's Club views of the runways.

As for me, today I was apparently tired on our morning hike up thumb butte...

What's funny is all the way up it was the opposite...!

I've been a world-class pouter since I was three.

So how's the hand?

Mildly irritated from typing, thanks for asking.

We went over to my parents later tonight to  have blue cupcakes and sing happy birthday.  It was a good day.

So happy birthday, Daddy!  I love you!!




Wreckage makes everything better!

We had a super strong set of monsoon rainstorms, necessitating a change of hiking destination this morning at 4:50am.  

5am, Arizona.  No daylight savings time.

Originally, we were hiking Williamson Valley trailhead, but the mud there cakes on your shoes until you resemble an Eskimo wearing snowshoes.  We switched to Constellation, which has much sandier soil.

Of course, Chris cracked himself up by posting this before we started.  This is the easiest of the hikes we do.

The overnight rain meant we had lots of water, and a surprising number of downed dead trees.

I was tired, so I made a rock recliner.

My rock recliner view.

Chris took over the lead again, and once again I found myself 40 paces behind.  This, combined with little sleep and no food, made me whiny.  After all, I do have s broken hand...

And the he found it.

A piece of the 59 year old airplane wreckage.

Then I found more pieces.

My generous trove, right before I threw it in the pile.

A Constellation aircraft had crashed here 59 years before; the rain had brought pieces to the surface.  As plane fanatics, we were both pretty geeked about our finds.  As per tradition, we tossed them in the designated pile of wreckage, delighted we had added to the stash.

That set the tone for the day, and I smiled through the rest of it, with the exception of a moment of silence at 4:42pm.

Rest in peace, guys.

My day finished up with friends, and all is right with the world.

Hail!

Monday, June 29, 2015

Reduced to Nothing

No exercise.

For a month.

Apparently I "levered the bone."

Yes, it's re-broke.  Officially now, all tests complete.

Oops.

Yes, my fingers are taped.  No, I don't have on my wrap as I'm reading in bed.  Yes, I know I smacked it on the headboard last night.  I remember the pain well.

So the good news?  I still can hike.

I do love to hike.

I also love to eat really good food.  Nastee Dog love.

Look!  I cooked!!!

Just sayin'

Hiking.  Tomorrow.  6am.

I'll try to remember to blog about it.

After all, I'm banned from CrossFit (something about my luck running out with my hand.)

Maybe something exciting will happen while hiking??

You never know...

This was the big excitement in my life today.

Think I can top it tomorrow?




Saturday, June 27, 2015

Another Break

Well, I broke my hand again, but this time I followed all the rules.

It's green and purple today:)

So, I've been banned from exercise, other than hiking.

Jill and I on Centennial trail earlier this week.

Someone clearly left us 40 paces behind...

Groovy petroglyphs.

Earlier in the week, Lad and I did Crossfit.

Hate to say it, but the bruising started immediately after.  Remember how one should not let the hand snap like a whip? Jumping hurdles I forgot to place my hand on my stomach.  Oops.

Steven tried to make me feel better by making me a Tastee Dog.

Hiking Tuesday was gorgeous at the Flume (not my picture.  Mine sucked.  This is Chris'.)

Injured princess at work.

Ice wrap and elevated...

But apparently the King felt sorry for me...

He was rewarded with a butter-laden birthday dinner.

No exercise for two more weeks other than hiking is the ruling.

Sounds fine by me.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Calgon: Take Me Away

by Troy Foster

This message isn't for you - because if you're reading this blog, you have manners, common sense, and a sense of humor . . . . Those that didn't stopped reading by now.

The last few weeks have highlighted for me how many people think that the gym is somehow a place that all elements of decency are left at the locker rooms.  Whether it's what they wear, how they act, or what they let out, it is all surprisingly so common place.  And disturbing.  This is for folks that don't remember that the gym is still a public place; and there are a few basic rules that apply.

Here are a few points that you can feel free to share by tagging someone that really should read this (but you can pass it along in a "ha ha" way):

1.  Clothing is Not Optional.  Most of us are in the gym because we want to get in shape or stay that way.  Safe to say that, for most, covering up is really best for everyone.  Well, why then, do I see so much skin?  And I'm not talking good stuff.  I mean rolls, wrinkly old rolls, butts (yes total asses), and even boobs sagging from the bottom of the shirt.  There are also a fair amount of people that have made progress, but bought the size down a little too soon.

Lesson here:  You need to wear clothes that fit and generally cover your body.  This isn't your house or Hooters (and you can't get a job there).  So please, please - for all of us.

2.  I Can Still Smell You.  I get it.  The gym is an odd place.  Loud music.  People in ranges of disrobing (see above).  Extreme energy.  But, you are not invisible nor are you by yourself.  Just this week, a woman next to me kept farting - loud and proud - throughout the workout.  Friend, that is not what they meant when they said give it your "all out."  And, I looked at you because - despite all that is going on in the workout - I can still hear and smell you.  Accidental farts happen.  But this is not a free for all.

3.  We Are Not Here to Make Friends (or at least I'm not).  I'm fine with the hello before or during the warm up.  And the coaches will talk one-on-one during the workout, that's just fine.  (Also, I'm kind of lying right now - because I hate when most anyone talks to me at a workout (except my three favorite coaches David, Dan, and Kim) - but I know that I'm a freak so want to level that shit out.)

But what is it with people wanting to share during the workout.  First of all, I am working out.  Thus, I can't really talk; and you shouldn't be able to talk either.  Maybe you need to talk up your pace.  Anyway, though I don't really talk to other people, I'm pretty confident that others feel the same way I do about the mid-workout chats.  Just tonight a woman rowing next to me asked "this is really hard right?"  Yes, it's supposed to be hard.  That's why we are here.  Anyway, when I said "yep," I think she took that as a challenge to keep talking to me.  (In other settings where I can look more crazy, I pretend that I'm hearing impaired or special needs - I know so not pc - but I told you, I'm a freak.)  I can't do that at my gym.  So when she jokingly said, "You're fast - glad we aren't racing," I said "Why, because you'd lose?"  No one felt good about that.  But it shouldn't have to happen.  Now, I look like an ass.  Probably I am one.  But, I'm not there to chat.  Maybe I should wear a shirt or something.

I just re-read this and I sound like a bitter old man.  Whatever.  (Wait, that single word sounded bitter.)  But seriously, even if I wasn't, I think there are a lot of us out there.  I have four kids - all 10 and under. When I go to the gym, it's like a Calgon "Take Me Away" Hour.  (For those of you that don't know what that means, it confirms that I'm old and you should Google it - in a nutshell it's "me time.")  And, I'm trying to work my ass off. Smelly, naked (ugly naked), rude, chatty people are not fun.

They are ruining my Calgon.

Pass it on if you agree.  Tag a friend that may or may not need to read this.  :)

Monday, June 22, 2015

Really?!?

It didn't start well.

Oh, Lad was in a good mood since we started later (8:15am class) but that quickly changed as his workout progressed.

He got a workout.  I got humbled.

Me?  The one who wanted to sweat?  I got off easy due to the hand.

I was not impressed.

This is before the swelling, however.

Yes, it's green.  I wore a green dress so I'd be matching.

So not only am I humbled in having to do a wimpy workout, I'm more humbled that my hand COULDN'T EVEN HANDLE THAT.

Then I had to wait...forever...for that yearly visit all girls hate...
I see fat calves.

That deed done I reward myself with a new office.

Prescott's Courthouse Square. 85° degrees with no humidity made it sooooo pleasant in a strappy sundress.

I did my eNews work and stopped in at my FAVORITE restaurant, Nastee Dogs.  Stephen MADE ME sample a dessert Nastee, The Tastee.

Peanut butter, chocolate, banana, strawberry and bacon!!!!!!!! Oh my word!!!!!

Life was definitely looking up at this point, until I noticed my hand.

Hmmmmm...

Well, it's likely rebroken.  

Joy.

At least it's colorful...?!

No workouts for two weeks, sans hiking.

I guess it's a good thing I shoot better with my left, eh?

Fitness Quest.  Gaining weight as I wait for the hand to heal.

UGGGHHHH.