Chilly Peach Oats and More!

Warning: at least 1 cuss word.

I’m not a fan of the following:

Seeking a good recipe idea on my phone/iPad or desktop.  Search and discover plenty of intriguing photos and headlines including ‘recipe’ in them. Choose one, click link and begin reading the Life History of the writer/blogger along with giant (well taken) photos of progress of the dish plus the grand finale (sometimes 3 or 4 shots of it).  After 10+ scroll-flips I happen to locate the ACTUAL RECIPE I needed 10 minutes ago.  Ugh.

I really don’t care about the backstory or the life history build up.  I’m too busy right now!  Don’t get me wrong: I appreciate the story and enjoy the writer’s thoughts but it’s just too much.  Now I know which sites have this and coast past them before clicking in my search.

On that note I’ll shut the hell up now and post my recipe!

If you want a story, just keep moving down my blog post (2 scroll-flips) and I’ll  weave an amazing tale/backstory about my dish…plus photos!

Ingredients:

  • 1 Fresh peach
  • 3/4c Oats
  • 1T Sunflower Seeds
  • 1/2T Chia Seeds
  • 1/2T Shelled Hemp Seeds
  • 2T Cranberries
  • 1T Coconut flakes
  • Orange juice fill bowl until it covers all of the goodies
  • Stir
  • Let sit so seeds and oats can absorb the juice (YUMMY!) for about 30 seconds to 2 minutes
  • Eat
Stirred!
Stirred, so my chia and oats absorb some of the OJ quicker.

This breakfast is very simple. I put all of my individual components into separate glass jar containers and my table looks like an apothecary before I begin combining everything. Tomorrow I might change things up. It’s a risky life I’ve leading over here, right?

But seriously: all of these ingredients give me a lot of energy. The only sugar is in the cranberries and OJ. You could one-up me by squeezing your own OJ (let me know if you do).

Epic Backstory For This Recipe

I got up at 5:00am remembering I’d agreed to run a 5K before it got too hot today.

My dinner last night was a veggie burger and I loaded it up with lettuce and tomato, Frank’s Hot Sauce and mustard. I had a cup of tortilla chips (the end of the bag so they were pieces). Very satisfied, I grabbed my book to read a few chapters then do my regular “time for bed” ritual.

It stays daylight – broad daylight – until 9:00pm here so I’m disoriented as far as when I should be in bed.

At 10pm we finally hit the hay and I played Edgar Cayce’s “Abundance Program” to drift off into Sleepy Town. I fall asleep so quickly with this guy’s calming voice and never really know what is being said past the “blink your eyes slowly as I count to 10”.

Back to NOW.  5:00am.  Sipping my coffee quickly (thanks to my amazing Husband Unit for brewing it every dang day of my life) I imagined what I’d wear to run in. I had bad breath and crap in my eyes as I enjoyed and watched the local news telling me how much hotter it would be today.

Then I got dressed (fast) and met my Husband Unit (HU) at the door to go.

“We’ll go upriver today.”

That’s the path right next to the Jordan/Provo River. It’s asphalt and maintained pretty well BUT it does have a lot of ups and downs due to the tree roots so I have to pay close attention when scooting along and that makes it tough to daydream.

The sun hadn’t crested Y Mountain and I noticed zero clouds in the sky. Yup, it was going to be hot today and I was thankful we were getting this done now. I CERTAINLY would not be doing it later in the day!

We ran together and then I needed to walk. After my HU confirmed the Brutality and Women’s Self Defense moves I’d learned from Master Rene in Simi Valley he took off in a blaze of neon orange wearing his Ventura County Sheriff’s Department Search and Rescue shirt (one of his favs…thanks Deresa).

I watched him disappear into the foliage and lost contact with him completely.

It was me, the river crashing next to me, snails that had no chance of making it across the path in time (so I stopped and saved every single one of them) and a soft cool breeze. The path was completely empty and peaceful. There is a canopy of tall trees covering most of my route and I could see birds moving around zipping back and forth.

I began running again forced to watch my footing to avoid tripping as well as paying attention to any spider webs that might be crossing the path. We were THAT early and the rest of the town was still sleeping.

I crossed two foot bridges, ran beneath three under-bridge-paths and wound up sort of at a cross road “T”.

On the left it seemed to Dead End into a power plant and on the right there was a beat up asphalt path with a body stretched out next to a bike. It was a homeless person trying to rest. I decided to turn around and glanced at my Garmin. 1.84 – then I did the math on whether or not that would equal a 5K as I began jogging – alone – back down the river path.  Despite the river crashing loudly next to me, I had my antennae up (read: danger!?!).

I heard the sound of scuffing and tripping behind me and turned quickly ready to kick someone’s ass.

Ah.  My HU.

We began jaw jacking about ideas for our future. Things inspire us on our running time. He had two excellent ideas. I laughed (in my head) when one of his new ideas was about the same idea I’d had! How does that happen??

I’m not going to tell you the ideas.

With about half a mile left HU is DONE walking and says, “you ready to run yet?”.

Yes, I was. Plus my pipes had turned on and I needed to get to the fully plumbed home we were renting.

The sun was blasting over the mountain when we made it to our street.

I never like road running and definitely don’t enjoy doing it on trash day when the sun bakes the cans. We have a few neighbors that NEVER take their cans off the street and put them back in their yards. They smell THE WORST.

That hurried me along (as well as my plumbing needs).

Post restroom visit I hear a voice calling from the backyard, “you coming to workout?”. I’d forgotten about agreeing to that part! I hurried up the basement steps to the yard where my HU was doing Man Makers. I grabbed weights and started my curls while deciding which body part I wanted to work on. Arms, Shoulders, Abs.

Finished my plan, 100%.

This is where my recipe comes into the picture.

I was hungry. There were two peaches on the counter about to expire due to the heat.

So I made the peach recipe above.

The End.

PS:

What did you eat for breakfast? Did something inspire the choice? Just curious.

In case you are wondering…a few pics/videos for fun:

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The Jordan/Provo River bridge crossing. I feel the urge to just stop on bridges to watch what is happening beneath them.
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The Jordan River creating power!
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I found out how effective this sit-up is for me. I move slowly and stretch both to my toes and above my head each time. Ahhhhh….I can’t seem to put the video in (like I could with my HU above).

 

Lake George…Sad Face

Most evenings...
Most evenings…Oh how I loved this peaceful existence.

The time has come and gone to secure being Camp Hosts again for the most spectacular place ever:  Lake George in Mammoth Lakes California.

We will not be Hosting this year but our dear friend Mona WILL be!

Lake George is NOT the same as other campsites in Mammoth.

I wanted to give you a few pieces of advice to ensure you have a VERY FUN AND RELAXING STAY.

  • First Come, First Serve.
  • Don’t bring an RV.  They don’t fit and the campground was not paved for RV’s.  Sites are graded for one tent.  Max occupancy is enforced.
  • You will MOST LIKELY experience BEARS.  Be smart: put EVERYTHING in your bear box.  Putting it in your car is not a bear box and they WILL open the door to get the food.  They can actually lift the handle and open the door OR they can bash out your window.  Either way, your car will not be left in good condition.
  • DO NOT LEAVE FIRES SMOLDERING.  You SHOULD have a bucket of water next to your camp site before you even START a fire.  If you leave a fire smoldering you will have the privilege (which is what it is) of staying there revoked.  The Camp Host is NOT an enforcer, it will be the Authorities on your case and they don’t mess around with this risky behavior.
  • There are winds and the best sites to avoid them are #16 and #15.
  • You get ONE CAR per camp space. Additional cars can be parked in the lot, no problem.  You just can’t occupy another spot without paying for it.  You get a Car Pass when you pay for your site.  Be sure you post it on your rear view mirror.
  • I have no idea what the camp fees are going to be this year (2018).  Check the Mammoth Welcome Center to find out if the camp is open (it was delayed in 2017 and did not open until July 17th.
  • Be nice to your Camp Host, she can accommodate most needs but the reality is she can only do SO MUCH.
  • The worst days to try to get a camp site are Thursday,Friday, Saturday.  The best days are Sunday (when everyone is leaving) or Monday.
  • Checkout is NOON, don’t bug occupants for make “side deals”. You can take your sweet time packing up and leaving!  Relax and ask anyone that bothers you to speak to the Camp Host.  You paid for your stay and we want you to get every ounce of the experience.
  • Check In is 2pm.  You must PAY for the site and OCCUPY IT.  You are not allowed to pay for sites and not actually camp there.  Don’t ask the Camp Host to break the rule for you.  If your site isn’t occupied with YOUR GEAR then we are obligated to give it to the next person ready to move in.  This is a big issue: people believe they can reserve/save spaces but you are not allowed to do that.
  • We do not have a Credit Card machine.  Cash only.  I forget if you are allowed to write a check (I don’t think you can).
  • You can stay in a site 7 days MAX.  In 2017 the rule was you had to vacate your site before you could come back.  That means there may not be a site after you leave so plan ahead.  There are Walk-Up sites in Lake Mary and Twin Lakes.  Be NICE to all Camp Hosts if you want help finding things.
  • Clean up your campsite when you leave.  We understand that in the night you drop things and it’s tough to navigate around BUT in the morning when you are packing up you can definitely see your trash, fishing line and greasy messes left on the tables and bear boxes.  DO NOT LEAVE A MESS, we are Hosts not your maid. Be a respectful guest and try to leave the place NICER than when you arrived.
  • Do NOT come to Lake George to get high, drunk, fight or play loud music.  Seriously.  The Mammoth PD patrol often (every day) and will remove you.  PLUS people go to Lake George to get AWAY from this stuff.  Want to “party”?   There are plenty of other camp grounds you can find.
  • There are no showers at Lake George, only bathrooms with toilets and sinks.  No electricity either.  Oh, and the visitors to Lake George use the restrooms too (and mostly they keep it clean but they are also mostly guilty of leaving trash all over the place including fish guts).
  • You are not allowed to clean your fish at the water spigots. OR YOUR BODY.
  • There isn’t cell signal at the campsites.  YAY!
  • Closest showers are Lake Mary or in town.
  • There is a small store at Lake Mary that has essentials (most of the time).
  • We usually had firewood for sale, $7 a bundle.  Bringing exact change helps of course.  I think the grocery store sold it for less.
  • Grocery shopping in Mammoth? READ YOUR RECEIPT if you shop at the only grocery store in town (big box).  They overcharged me REPEATEDLY and it wasn’t until I’d been in there a lot of times complaining that it seems this behavior changed.  I personally suspect they know people are only there for a few days and won’t take the time to fix the mistake.  So BEFORE YOU LEAVE scan over your ticket and make sure it is exactly what it should be.  If you see an error just go to the front desk and they will refund your money INSTANTLY when you tell them you were charged for items you did not have on the belt.  I was told that this grocery store is #1 in the country for $$$ sales.  They also are in the Top 5 of Shoplifters being caught.
  • Before you get to Lake George (or any site) grab a map of the area if you plan to hike because there are no maps provided up here.  You can get maps at the Welcome Center.
  • Be nice to your neighbors, they are probably amazing people that you’d like to stay in touch with years to come.
  • Be nice to your Camp Host! The pay is terrible and the hours are SUPPOSED to be 3 a day (that’s all we are paid for).  We get woken up in the middle of the night for LOTS of reasons (none of them great), we get yelled at, people are disrespectful of the rules, WE HAVE TO CLEAN THE SHITTER!  Give us a little kindness because it makes a difference and just feels nice.
  • If you would like to be a Camp Host, check out the company that we worked for: California Land Management.  The pay is terrible but you do get to park your “house” on site for no charge.  As a Host we did have “Full Hook Up”.  The pooper was a mascerator (poop puree system) and had to be pumped UPHILL to the restroom.

I sure wish we were able to be there for the 2018 Season FOR SURE.

Being a Camp Host was one of my most favorite jobs ever for two reasons:  LOCATION, LOCATION, LOCATION (we feel so lucky to have been chosen to run Lake George as well as Oh Ridge in June Lake) AND the incredible people we met on our journey.

Let me know if you have questions!  And if you are reading this and were part of our 2017 Camp Season PLEASE send me an email so we can keep in touch!  SaritaShoemaker@g m a i l.com (spaces added on purpose).

Check out our photos of our stay at Lake George – it was tough looking at those memories and not being sad that we aren’t going to have them again this year.

Larry McGee gave me some amazing bear coverage photos that I’ve included.

Maybe 2019 (fingers crossed).

 

 

 

 

 

Thursday Mile: Rolling Journal

Well, I put my money were my mouth is today 4/5/18.

Last week (3/29/18) I wrote about the challenge of getting my body OUTSIDE and running after at LEAST 10 months of NOT running across the planet.

My previous life (the last 12 years of it anyway) always included running – even little bits – because of our outdoor boot camp program. It was part of my “job”. The lesson for me is: don’t stop moving across the planet! I took my job for granted and the awesome feeling “running” gave me is returning.

My Trainer encouraged me to just run OUT for 1 mile and then walk back to the start. Excellent advice for me (you might consider it for yourself if you are like me…just getting back to moving across the planet).

Today’s route was along a river (very peaceful) with spring colors popping out like Christmas lights along the way. I ran alone along this asphalt path thinking about the people in my life that are joining me on this little adventure of #ThursdayMile

I hope everyone that wanted to commit can make it happen and post a comment of at least ONE of the mile times they had (or an average).

Remember: this is just for you to improve yourself and NOT a competition with anyone else.

This week I had to stop myself from running SAVING it for my Thursday Mile. I was anxious to accomplish my mile today (so I think that worked out well). I did go to the gym inbetween but that’s not the same at all.

Journal Info…
4/5/18 10:43, no poop pick up
3/29/18 11:34, 1 poop pick up

When you run a mile today, please share that you did it and if you want to include your time that’s up to you.  Also, if you have any positive words to add that would be amazing.

I’m already excited to run next week!

Anonymous poll:

 

 

BIKE RIDE 13 MILES

My friends Bill and Peter would include me in their trail bike adventures on a regular basis.  Then Tracey started joining in and eventually we had a BIKER GANG I called The Little Rascals.

Randy and I spent one of the sunny days here on a long ride down the Jordan/Provo River on our mountain bikes (on a paved path) to explore what things looked like from our house all the way to Provo Lake!   The path itself is covered with naked trees (which we expect will be exploding soon in color!) and there were plenty of people taking walks and running.  I couldn’t take any pics of that or I would crash and land on people or in the river.  Next time, maybe.  The end is wide open where the airport (I wondered where it was!) is and a long dirt road.  We rode it almost to the end.  I caught video while there of the MILLIONS of toads croaking.  It was magical!!

It was so pretty and I was thinking about my friends wishing they were with me enjoying it too.

So, on that note: HI GANG!  I took these pics for you!  I miss you all tons!!

 

 

One Mile Across The Planet

I have not actually RUN across the planet in almost 10 months.

Today I “ran” a mile non-stop. If you were watching me you might think it wasn’t RUNNING. But it was. I scooted along at my best possible pace without feeling like throwing up.

It’s only a mile, I know.

But when you run on the planet (not on a treadmill) a mile you get to see how LONG it really is.

I’m sure I will be paying for it tomorrow.

My blistering pace was 11:34. It does include one time I had to physically STOP while Kona pooped and I picked it up. According to my Garmin that took about one minute (and I needed it because I was sucking air any my heart rate was at 180).

WHAT GRAVITY FEELS LIKE

I have been doing kettlebells, yoga, pilates, aqua zumba (by the way, I cut my big toe on the bottom of the pool and didn’t see it was infected! Blah-blah-blah as my workout time.

This does not compare to running mentally or physically.

My body felt HEAVY and SLUGGISH and GIGGLY.

AM I ALONE?

Do I run or blow it off?

Are there any other people dealing with this sort of thing today?

You WANT to run but just can’t find the motivation? You let every excuse come up and accept it?

That was me until about 30 minutes ago.

As I’m writing this I can feel my left hip flexor twitching…and I’m happy about it!

PLEASE JOIN ME

I’m going to commit to posting my Mile Time every Thursday. If I run more than one time this week then I’ll post my best run time.

This is all to get me to do it.

Would you please join me? PLEASE? I need at least one other person to commit and we can run “virtually” at least 1 day a week.

Maybe that will build up to 2.

For now I’m happy with having run ONCE.

#ThursdayMile

#SelfImprovement

#Accountability

#VirtualRunningFriend

Breaking Up With Zumba

The Aquatics Part of my gym is off the charts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today was my final Zumba Class attempt. Aqua Zumba.

I just basically suck at all forms of Zumba so I have to break up with it and find something else. It’s definitely me, not you (Zumba).

I believe there is another planet out there called Zumba and lots of humans populate it.

They are upbeat, coordinated and love loud Latin-style music.

They’ve got incredible rotation in their hips and zero concern about their boobies flapping in ALL directions…north, south, east, west, up, down, in and out.

I’d completed two classes and before I realized why the dialed-in girls wear flannels or light long-sleeve shirts around their hips. Those are flags of courage and mental freedom to just LET GO of any conservative feelings. Initially I thought it was the reason I wore shirts tied around my waist: to cover my backside (or hindquarters as Randy refers to them as).

<<<Insert horse neighing sounds.>>>

WHAT IS ZUMBA

I’ve asked a few of the FRONT ROW participants. No one has a clear and straight answer.

From attending two classes (Zumba Step and Zumba Gold) I’m just gonna say that it is the 1980’s boxed up in steps, shakes and wiggles. The music is loud and exciting (as are the instructors) and it’s freaking FUN.

I got choked up in my second class I was so excited to be amongst such amazing dancers. Chorus Line was and is one of my most favorite musicals. Tits and Ass!! Yeah baby!!

I think Zumba has different music tracks that piece together randomly (but perfectly) to take you on a dancing adventure you would not go on yourself. You need a Leader for this one and Zumba Instructors are excellent leaders!

WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE THREE ZUMBA CLASSES?

Zumba Step is fast paced dancing waving your arms, hips and moving all about your step. The routines seem to be “known” by everyone (except me). Since I do not know the routines I have to watch the Instructor as close as possible. They give you hints of when things will change (hand signals) and most everything follows the rhythm of the music. In Step Zumba you could actually trip and kill yourself on your neighbor’s step.

The Instructor seemed to know most of the people and didn’t make any announcements at the start – the music began and IT WAS LOUD (I have hearing issues already). I moved away from being directly in front of a speaker. She started dancing instantly and so did the entire class. I felt swept up in the fun – people were having a BLAST! I was just modestly embarrassed that I couldn’t get the steps and arm movements colliding with people around me (apologizing a LOT).

20 minutes into the class I realized it was not the right thing for me to do. The lateral movements are FAST PACED and my knees started to ache and stitches of pain shot up and down my leg. Thankfully the class had 60 people in it so I could slip out undetected to the restroom to check my knees to check for broken knee joints (it really hurt that bad).

Zumba Gold is for people brand new to Zumba or OLD people with limited movements. Since I fit both, I figured I’d be able to keep up in the gOLD class. It was in a smaller classroom and no steps were involved.

Getting there early to get a spot in the back was crucial. The back row was filled so I was forced to be in row 3 space 8. I began to panic instantly. 7 people on my left and 3 on my right.

I turned to the woman next to me and mentioned this was my first class. BIG mistake. She was so excited to make sure I LOVED my experience. Next she wanted to know my name and much more. Isn’t it funny when you WANT to be solo and invisible and that backfires? Well she was sweet and older than me so I let my guard down answering her questions as fast as she was firing them at me.

Then the Zumba Instructor flew in and the music (again so loud it distorted) began! Like a wave at a Dodger’s game…the room began to move, sway, bob and weave. It swept me up and I began to sort of enjoy it.

I glanced at my older next door neighbor who was KILLING IT with every single step, hip pop and snap. I glued my eyes on the swishing torso of our Fearless Excited Zumba Instructor keeping my arms up and elbows bent while I attempted to connect my feet to the beat. No dice. I sucked!!!!!!!!!!!!

I stared at my own feet pissed that they couldn’t get with the program and that’s when the Instructor popped up DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF ME shimmying and shaking her chest, hips and arms and smiling the HAPPIEST exhilarated smile I’d seen in the entire gym since we started attending.

She was a larger breasted woman and I was taller than her. Her girls and her shoulders were DANCING.  She looked me straight in the eyes – like DIRECTLY – and I got the message: SHAKE MY GIRLS (AND SHOULDERS) LIKE THEY’RE ON FIRE!! DO IT!!! SHE WASN’T GOING TO MOVE UNTIL I DID IT. I guess I complied enough (or she realized I wasn’t very good at this wild type of motion) because she moved back to the front of the classroom.

For the record: Gold only has ‘old’ in it because you can’t say GOLD without old. The people in this class might have been ‘old’ and all shapes, sizes, weights and heights but THEY WERE AH-MAZ-ING. I was in awe as the hour progressed.

My knees felt the same pain as they did in Step Zumba but I knew I had to gut it out. I’d already been “made” and there would be no escaping my spot in the Chorus Line.

I watched the clock a lot (hoping the Instructor wouldn’t catch me) wishing time would HURRY UP. My “girls” were tired and so was my brain (and my knees).

I don’t like the type of music they play because it brings back bad memories PLUS it’s way too loud for my sensitive hearing.

Tapo Canyon Trail in Simi Valley California

If there were a place that was on the dynamic OPPOSITE side of what I was standing in it would be the Tapo Canyon Trail (pictured).  I have spent HOURS on this trail alone with the sound of bird wings and bees buzzing.

Finally…FINALLY we were done.  The room emptied quickly and I hurried to leave too.

My neighbor RUSHED up to me as I gathered my sweat shirt to leave. She was BEAMING with happiness and dripping sweat. I was just sort of glistening because I really couldn’t keep up with the class.

“How did you like it!?!”

“It was great! You are an amazing dancer!!!”

“I love this class! You should come to the one tomorrow and on Saturday too!! There is also Zumba upstairs in the big fitness studio!!”

“Oh ya! I went to Step Zumba but it really hurt my knees. I came to Gold Zumba to see if I could manage but my knees are screaming right now. I don’t think Zumba is my thing unfortunately.”

“You just have to build up to it! Once you know all of the dance moves it becomes a different experience!!!!”

“Yes I bet you are completely right about that!”

I was maintaining my smile and excitement and ignoring my knees which were PISSED OFF.

“Well I better go, thank you for all of your encouragement. I needed it!”

I HURRIED out before the Instructor pinned me down too.

The distance from the studio to my ride home was about 3 blocks – this place is huge. I hobbled pointing my toes in different directions to take the strain off of my knees. I was really mad at myself for doing the entire class and knew I would be paying for it tomorrow.

MONTHS LATER…

Randy and I have been attending the gym doing our own workouts. I am SO GRATEFUL he has 12 years of exercise plans already built!

My favorite is kettle bells so I’ve enjoyed those but do a 20 minute “run” on a Life Fitness cross-trainer.

There is a giant row of these machines overlooking the pool area and that’s where I’ve spied the Aqua Zumba class and considered MAYBE I could give Zumba another chance.

So, today I signed up for and attended my first Aqua Zumba class.

Aqua Zumba is, obviously, in the water. Same music and same moves just TONS of resistance moving through the water. We are in a giant pool and the water is rib-high.

I wore the only swimming outfit I have: board shorts and a bikini top with lots of straps to ensure no “slippage”.

I got to the pool and stepped in. There were three elderly people taking laps and I got in their way so they gave me the stink-eye. Rather than let that get under my skin I cheerily wished them a Good Morning (to which they smugly looked away) and continued their walking.

We had 7 minutes until start time and this elderly couple HAD to walk near me again (the pool isn’t that large).

“Are you going to do the Aqua Zumba class too?”

Scowling at me, “Oh for God’s Sake NO WAY!!!”

“Yikes well ok then…”

Interrupting me…

“I’m all done here and I’ve been here since the pool opened at 5:00am!!!”

She was CLEARLY bothered by me and my pesky invasive questioning.

I watched her and her companion walk to the far end of the pool.

The Zumba Instructor arrived with her awesome boom-box speaker and introduced herself and asked my name. She was SO NICE!!!

She told me to just do what I can and not worry about the moves too much – just get accustomed to what was happening.

She stayed on the pool deck and led us using two chairs as “seats” for the parts where we were to lift our feet off the ground and hold our legs up while paddling with our hands or arms.

The music was not as loud but it was the same type (bummer but what did I expect!?).

We began! I couldn’t keep up.

The moves were much faster than I could do and moving in water gives you lots of resistance.

But she carried on with the class and had the greatest attitude ever. It was the thing that kept me trying to execute the dance routines.

You know, a good leader can get you do to ANYTHING sometimes. Most times.

There I was, in my bikini shaking my girls (beneath the water – no one could see) along with my Instructor. I got through 12 minutes and I was TIRED. WHAT!?!

Resistance!

Then we began lateral movements. I was ignorantly pushing myself left and right along the pool bottom when my right knee popped out of joint. That feeling is beyond explanation I think. The bone was OUT of the joint and the pain was covering my body to my fingertips.

Since we were ALL swishing around in the water no one noticed me wince and “fall”. I’d already been completely off of the routine by about 8 beats.

From an outsider looking in one might have thought I was sort of drowning in place.

I grabbed my knee and pressed on both sides as I extended my foot. It popped back in but the pain sort of lingered for the remainder of the class. I was suddenly really bummed out.

Here I thought being in the water would be a good idea and it backfired.

The bottoms of my feet were also being scraped repeatedly and I felt blisters forming from it. I adjusted by standing on my heels and did ZERO lateral movements with my legs straight (like a side lunge).
The music goes in spurts and routines that follow it. I think they are 6-9 minutes long and we go through 8 of them? I’m guessing.

At this point I had 15 minutes to survive and FINALLY a tune came on that I absolutely love: Imagine Dragons: Believer.

Have you ever paid attention to lyrics of songs?

My favorite part of this song is the chorus:

“PAIN! YOU MAKE ME A BELIEVER!”

It was slower and I was finally SEMI-able to keep up with my Instructor and the moves that accompanied this excellent tune.  It took my mind off of the pain bouncing up and down between my ankle, knee and hip.

Lastly we had a cool down stretch which I was grateful of. I was SWEATING and it was dripping into my eyes and itchy.

I liked this Zumba class because it reminded me of being a kid and playing in the pool all day then being so exhausted I would fall asleep at the dinner table while my mom cooked.

If you have the opportunity to try Aqua Zumba I suggest you do it. My only advice would be to wear aqua-shoes because I now have giant blisters on the balls of my feet.

REFLECTING

I am super happy I tried all of these classes.

With any sort of group fitness activity you can see and feel the energy build up to a fun level depending on the Instructors. Each of these Instructors had their own positive and fun energy and I appreciated it – and I respect it having taught groups myself.

This gym has a lot more for me to try.

With the arrival of Spring both Randy and I are anxious to get up into the mountains and onto the trails!

We also want to ride up the Jordan/Provo River on the bike path and have lunch near Bridal Falls.

There is plenty to enjoy here and not enough time to do it: just like everyone else I guess.

Happy Thursday!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello UTAH we’re gonna come explore you!!

 

 

 

Unexpected Surprises

Funny thing about living in a town where you do not have one friend.

Cars pull up outside our house and in the past I’d be curious about who could it be? I likely knew the person so I’d scan over what I was wearing and glanced in the mirror for any embarrasing surprises…skank on my nostril, seeds in my teeth and bad breath.

In my old town I always had an apron on covering the outfits I’d switched into after boot camp in the morning. Chances are NOTHING matched but it was comfy enough to sit at my computer and work on all of the marketing, public relations and website work.

But here it is totally different!

The sound of a door slamming and I sort of “noticed it”. No one is coming to my house to visit me (for the record I’m dressed properly in jeans, t-shirt, flannel and my favorite crocs.)

This time the doorbell rang and HEAVY thumping…KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

I was instantly in a mental panic.

Randy was in New York and I was alone with the pets.

CRAP.

I scanned my surroundings for weapons remembering Master Rene’s Women’s Self Defense Classes: BRUTALITY. He’d given me a couple of good items to have nearby so I grabbed one and went toward the front door.

With my right hand hand on my weapon (which I’m not going to tell you what it is…you have to have done his classes to know) I touched the doorknob and turned it super slowly.

It was getting dark out so I flicked on the porch light with my weapon hand.

I changed my plan and let go of the doorknob and attempted a peek through our giant front window pulling back the drapes.

There was a white van parked in front of the house. Empty.

No one was standing on the porch.

Randy’s Christmas pinecones left sparkles across the steps and they glistened.

I pressed my face too close to the window and smashed my glasses into my nose. That didn’t feel good.

Turning around I noticed Piper (my cat) was in full Halloween Mode. Hair electric and arched ready to battle danger. Kona was next to me with his tail wagging like crazy and his eyes WIDE open.

It seemed the coast was clear so I gulped and held my weapon tighter as I opened the door QUICKLY (planned to startle the person) only to confirm nobody was there. I stepped out and looked around and saw the backside of a person wearing dark blue and moving across my neighbor’s yard. Then I saw TWO envelopes squeezed into our tiny mailbox.

Addressed to Randy and Sarita Shoemaker. I instantly figured out it was the mailman! DUH!

Our mail has been packed with bills, flyers, magazines and the previous occupant’s mail on occassion. Randy’s been getting boxes and packages from Enecon (weighing as much as his kettlebells!). I put the envelopes on the table and continued my evening yawning that Randy’d gotten ANOTHER surprise.

A few days later those envelopes were getting in the way so I decided to open them! Plus I was pretty bored being home without Randy for so long. Fun fact: we have not spent more than 4 days apart.

To my surprise THEY WERE FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

THANK YOU to Wandering Weirdo for CONTINUING to push, inspire and guide me on my writing.

All that just to practice for my English Class too. 🙂

Getting something nice out of the blue sure makes you feel good inside. Maybe we would make the world a better place if we just sent packages and letters randomly to people. It really does feel special.

WW ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

PS: Written while heating my cashews for my vegan dipping sauce…got kids comin’ over to pig out tonight!

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