Friday, April 3, 2015
"Your Belly Looks and Feels Like Bread Dough"
Part of me rebelled daily against living in the main part of Yaak feeling like my life was on display for everybody to see, but the other part of me forced myself to take advantage of being around people. Many of the days I was home, I worked out with my eccentric neighbor lady in her "girl cave". She lives on a heavenly 40 acres of river in a log house overlooking a long stretch of waters. She has elk, deer and turkeys all over her yard, along with her horses, dogs and cats. She doesn't like to leave her home much, and welcomed having a friend to exercise with. Having almost every exercise dvd known to man, or so it seemed, she always had something new to mix things up with.
And so it was that we had developed an informal girls running club. Elasta Woman and Mist joined us as much as they could which made it feel like "the good old days" to me. Tall Blondie of course paces ahead, but I'm good with that. Then there is another girlfriend to add to my stories, she's still 10 years younger than me, but thankfully a little better matched to my pace. I'm going to call her Belle. We have an awful lot in common and that seems to make the miles go by a little faster. She also knows a lot about yoga and those post stretches really make a difference.
The other less than sane activity of which I pioneered is my new Facebook group "April Crunch and Munch" where I elicit a bunch of women to do crunches daily and eat more veggies. Putting that kind of pressure on myself to preform crunches seems to be the only way I can motivate myself to faithfully do them. Again, back to the above argument.