The problem with living in the gorgeous Sierra Mountains is that it’s completely beautiful from outside my living room window but walking in it takes so much to prepare for….bug spray, sunscreen, frogs, bobcats, mountain lions. A nature walk alone is amazing but also slightly treacherous and not at all as spontaneous as one might think. When I moved up here I thought it perfect! I’ll be the fittest thing going. No excuses and no place to stop and eat.
I’ve since learned that San Francisco was great for my health. There’s the perfect calves from steep hills and the light on feet in and out dodging one learns to do to avoid hitting four feet tall women with 10 shopping bags and various encampments of people right in the middle of the street.
Here I just try and avoid snarky employment-free moms who hang out on corners next to their trucks in stripper heels and logging trucks.
But a challenge is a challenge. So today—I found some yoga pants and replayed Gunnar’s directions and did the cardio thing AND his work out. So there. I did it. I did that thing called sweating. The walk out side. It was pretty and I tried very hard to get over the snarky comments no one was making about my ass in yoga pants but that I was making in my head and attributing to make believe people behind me.
And I did his workout too. And felt partly like an idiot. (Why that looks so easy so why am I still stuck on the floor after that bench dip!?) But I did it. It’s not even 11 am. But how many calories are in a vodka tonic?!