I hadn’t been there in over five years, July 2011. I actually wrote about it here. I only made it there a few times, not to return because as far as I was concerned it had nothing on my fave. I really had no intention of returning there but I moved this summer and there’s some renovations going on at the park that I now frequent. I decided last Saturday to give it whirl again. It was a fairly cool morning considering the heatwave we’ve been in since like March???? It was cloudy, which was even better at least until I started walking.
It had been so long that I didn’t remember what the trail was like, was it hilly, covered in trees. I didn’t know until I got out there. I saw some things that rang a bell. The big red barn, the disc golf stuff, which I still didn’t have a clue about, and then something I couldn’t put my finger on. I started feeling cross, a little bit sad and heavy, I started to remember what landed me at this park those years ago. I was looking for something, I was looking for me.
The last time I was there I had just been through a year of hell. Those who know me well know that I have a flair for the dramatic, but what I went through wasn’t drama, the struggle was very real. I had been in a depression like I had never experienced in my life. I was trying to piece myself back together and 2011 was what I call the between. I was leery, weary and white knuckling through. I was at this point carrying the heaviness with a smile on my face, I wasn’t on the verge of tears all the time, but I was still tired. Being out on the trail last Saturday brought all of that back. I FELT IT. It was uncomfortable.
As I did five years ago, I powered through, this time briskly walking. As I kept moving I remembered the pain, I remembered the year after when I nose-dived again, and the year after slow recovery. As I moved faster, my mind moved faster, right out of the pit. I thought about all of the good things that happened since then. I thought about how hard I fought to get it together, I thought about all the support I had, the soft gentle kind and the girl get your s**t together kind both of which worked for my good. I thought about all the BLESSINGS that have come into my life since then and felt overwhelmed again. Then I was finished.
I went to go stretch on some stairs. There was a hawk sitting on the fence near me. I snapped a few pics of him with my phone, stretched some more and then the sun came out. I felt complete and whole and absolutely happy. I thought that it was the distance that kept me away all these years, it wasn’t, it was my head. As has been the case many, many times I had to work through some stuff out on the trail and I’m so glad I did. In fact so glad that I went back a couple of days after and guess what? The day was perfect, seasonable and sunny, just like my disposition.
Until next time, see you on the trail, where I’m always working out something 🙂
You may recall the love I have for the sporting goods store and the fretting done over the loss of Sports Authority. Well, while missing a turn I landed in the parking lot of a gigantic white box. I tuned up my nose and sucked my teeth. I knew that it was TOO BIG and could never replace my beloved SA or my back home fave Dunham’s Sports but I made note.
After a dryer situation over the weekend, I said I needed more essentials since my machine faileth me. You know what I mean, draws and socks, namely athletic socks. So I moseyed over to Big White Box, muttering I bet they don’t have what I need, I bet they’re high, I bet they suck.
I roll up and they have some sort of industrial size feeders and grills outside and I prayed, please Lord Jesus don’t let this be a giant “Huntin/Fishin/Campin” store. Well folks the Lord heard my cry because Academy Sports and Outdoors has errrrrrrrrthang.
Full disclosure: they did not have the super thick Thorlo walking socks, but they did have the regular ones and every other type of Thorlo so I was stoked. I got some socks that I’ll be doing stuff besides walking in so they got a pass. My next test was yoga mats.
The big box sports and other retailers are notorious for having one brand and one type of mat, the 3mm which is too thin for ye olde broad. Guess what? The heavens opened up and sent me a 6 mm antimicrobial yoga mat. I was ready to shout, but held on to it. There was one more test…
Since I wrote about it a while ago I stepped my gear game up. I now actually match somewhat and have a lot more color. I still buy the majority of it at Walmart. Other stores and the online retailers have nice stuff, but those jawns are HIGH. I didn’t expect Academy to be at Walmart pricing but, they need to be way under $75 for me to be fully sold. I found some from 17.99!
I was sold.
As much as I like a package in the mail sometimes I want/need those socks, bag etc TODAY. Fortunately now my hard earned fitness dollars have found a new home at Academy Sports and Outdoors. The wait is a 10 minute drive and checkout counter away. If you have one in your town, check em out and if you don’t give some love to your local sporting goods store, they might just have exactly what you’re looking for.
I’d heard a few months ago what was about to go down. I thought to myself haven’t they been there before? I didn’t Google it, didn’t want to know, didn’t want to confirm, didn’t want to believe but alas, ’tis true. I went by the spot and saw for my own eyes, Sports Authority is going out of business. I’m undone.
My love for the sporting goods store goes back over 30 years. My dad took me to our local spot, Dunham’s to buy my first pair of running shoes. I’ve been hooked ever since.
I’ve shopped specialty stores and even worked in one back in the late 80s but the all purpose sporting good store has always been best for me especially as my needs changed. I got hooked on Sports Authority specifically because they:
- Always had specials
- Always had what I need
- Weren’t so gigantic that you couldn’t get help
- Staff was always cool
- Locations were always convenient
I tried that huge chain that starts with D and found success all of three times. When I was looking for the super thick Thorlos, Sports Authority had them. Different thicknesses of yoga mats? Sports Authority. Reasonably priced gym bags, yeah they have those in spades. Stuff I didn’t even need but thought was cool, SA sold it to me.
Many of been shut down already, those that are not closed as yet? I won’t be going by for the “Going Out of Business Sale“, it’s just too much to bear. I have no plans of trying a big box substitute. If I need to go into a store, I’ll get that fix the next time go home. Going forward though, looks like that Prime membership is really going to get a workout.
Until next time, see you online where I’ll be checking out my virtual cart of stuff I can’t touch until it’s delivered.
I think it was the beginning of the year. Knee deep in work (already) and feeling a truckload of guilt and actual sluggishness in general I decided to get back on track, again. Though I was ready physically my mind was playing tricks on me when it came to going to the gym. I was NOT ready to do that, because it required me to get up too early. I checked out my favorites on YouTube but wasn’t really feeling them either when I stumbled on this young fireball Millionaire Hoy @yaboymillhoy.
He came up in search all the time but I ignored it because so many of the titles included HIIT which given my back and joint situations I figured they would be out of reach. I was wrong. Just so happens that at the time I finally took the leap he was running a monthly challenge was for beginners so I dove in and loved it!
What I dig about ya boy:
Intensity – the workouts are challenging for all fitness levels. There are mods and previews of the next exercise in the mini box. Your heart will be pumping and you will sweat.
Variety – Millhoy is prolific he has close to 800 videos on his channel with new videos published every Sunday thru Friday. With a new challenge every month. So if you only wanted to workout with him you will not run out of things to do. He is also contributor to Sweat Stream Collab on YouTube.
Personality – y’all know how it goes. You pull up a YouTube workout that looks promising only to find the instructor to be gross i.e. voice irritating, too loud, obnoxious or just appear to be STANK in general. Well, he’s none of those. Now he talks non-stop, but never induces any side eye. He’s quite upbeat, lively and bearable even in the early morning, which is essential for grumpy old broads.
What he is not – a hulk smashing, weight dropping, cussing dude. If that’s your thing, cool, but he ain’t that dude.
So, if you feel like skipping the gym but still want to get it in, I highly recommend Millionaire Hoy. Check him out and subscribe if you dig him.
It’s Memorial Weekend and hot as a mug in the metro. Last I wrote it was the dead of winter, well it was January anyway, not that cold here. Nonetheless, it’s been a long time and I’m glad to be here, but MAN things have been hectic.
Health – is meh. Fitness is blah, weight is through the ROOF. You see really since about September I have been WORKING. At one stretch in the last months I was working four, yes FOUR jobs. I had bidness to take care of, debts to settle and it was just required. Now I know certain folk are beasts of fitness and manage to balance the whole world on their shoulders while staying tip top (POTUS & FLOTUS I see you). I’m not that good at scheduling nor motivated enough to try to do all the things. An ole broad got to sleep sometimes. So to maintain energy I sparingly worked out, sparingly practiced yoga and stayed afloat on a steady diet of milk duds, popcorn and Nutriblast juice. Helluva a combination right? Well after 4 jobs, 10 lbs and seemingly endless financial roadblocks this happened:
YEAHHHHHH BOYYYEEEEEEEE, ye olde broad bought her very first house! I’m in it now, it’s an absolute wreck and in spite of the inspection I have been getting stuff fixed non-stop, but… not sharing a wall with someone I don’t live with has been priceless. I didn’t know how much that was on my nerves until it wasn’t there. More importantly though I never thought it would happen, and it did.
The working has slowed, I walked today and it was nice and soon, I hope to exhale completely. In the mean time I leave you with this. As long as you’re upright and above ground you have a chance to change your life. Eight years ago, I was fragile AF, a middle aged divorcee starting over with NOTHING but problems, some of which I never thought I’d ever overcome, but I did. Wasn’t easy, sometimes it still isn’t but I kept it pushing, kept the faith and got some stories to tell. I had to live through it to tell it and I’m thankful that I did. You can too, whatever that thing is that you THINK you can’t over come, you can honey. It’s not too late.
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Welcome to 2016, I hope that your year thus far is as happy as it was when the clock struck 12 on January 1. After the indulgences of the holidays and maybe a respite from your fitness program you’re probably rip roaring to go and take off what you might have put on during the the festivities. Perhaps you did stay on track, didn’t pig out and stuck to your fitness program, if so good for you send some of that energy my way. I happen to be in the former group, having enjoyed plenty of food and wine between Thanksgiving and TODAY quite frankly I am now I’m ready to get it together. However, I know who I am and jumping right into the eat right thing isn’t happening so I’m getting started by getting ye olde body moving again. The thing is, it seems that this body requires quite a bit more assistance than it used to. So, ladies and gentleman, I’d like to introduce you to the Abominable Exercise Woman.
I see you all you little clean eaters, with your meal prep, tasty recipes, and pretty smoothies, I LOVE IT. I’ve been inspired by it. I said to myself, olde broad get your diet together, one cannot live by popcorn and milk duds alone so I did it.
Prepping wasn’t hard I’ve always done that. I chop every Sunday for salads, cooked meals and juices for the week. So I continued to do so. Getting junk out of my cabinets and fridge was easy as well, I ate it ALL. I work hard for the money I ain’t ’bout to throw out some perfectly good Tostitos. Having polished that off I was on my way.
Week 1 – my head was hurting, I was having junk withdrawal, and was HOOONNNGGRRRYYY and evil without my snacks but I persevered.
Week 2 – I weighed in and was back to where I was at the start of the summer.
Week 3 – 2 more pounds. Shouldn’t this be faster? Oh yeah I’m old and my schedule was getting crazy so the workouts slowed down.
Weeks 4-5 I’m bored and tired of eating like this. I stop weighing in.
Week 6 – I turned 49 ate ALL the things and have been eating ever since.
In that 6 weeks, the net loss was three pounds. Needless to say with that amount of sacrifice I was sorely disappointed. So much so that I haven’t tried again since. However, it wasn’t all doom and gloom. Not a day during that time did I have digestive issues. I stopped rolling like a hot dog roller all night and slept well for the first time in foreverrrrrrr, and did not have a headache after that first week. Yet I titled this Eat Clean For What?
In spite of my perceived failure I was on to something. The focus on eating real food affected my quality of life in a positive way and that is very important as you get older. In fact eating whole unprocessed foods can:
- Give you more energy
- Improve cardiovascular health
- Prevent cancer
- Support mental health
- Lose weight
Losing weight is really the cherry on top of that clean smoothie. I think those benefits plus those I’d experienced during my first attempt are well worth going for it again and I will, as soon as I finish this last bag of Lays.
On this most recent excursion I spot a purple jacket and tank, which are must haves, because PURPLE. I looked for some track pants but there were none to my liking. For some reason I looked down one of the racks and saw what I like to call “yoga booty shorts”. Thinking since I’m old and hot, ie. prone to a flash or five I’ll try them. They had my size so in the basket they went.
Woke up the next morning for some yoga and decided to give the booty shorts a test run. They were light and and fit nice or so I thought…
Downdog #1 I felt them creeping
Forward fold #2 I felt them twisting
Pyramid #3 I felt them bunching.
By Svanasana time half my azz was out. I had to snatch that out wedgie before I could relax.
Now I’m not about to say I’m going to say no to the fitness apparel at the Mart. However I will say a hellnawl to those yoga booty shorts in the future…
Unless they are money back guaranteed to not ride up in to the nether regions of my fanny.
Until next time, see you on the mat where my hind parts will be fully covered.
Shortly after the last post, my doctor released me into the wild and instead of going HAM as is my usual fashion, I took it slow. A couple of walks with some yoga. Went back to the gym which was sorely missed to work on regaining my Queen of Treadmill title because its too freaking hot here to walk outside in the evening and I even hit the weights, machines of course and boy I got a lonnnnnnnnngggg way to go to get some strength back, even so I am THANKFUL.
I have explained to some and damn near shouted to others who don’t get it that a person who is use to moving can be in a bad way when they’re not. Let me tell you I was SALTY as a mug during that time I was down. I was drinking all the haterade and was downright indignant watching folks running and biking and lifting and doing all things physical from the sideline.
I was a sorry patient and a depressed one. I knew sideline time wasn’t final, nevertheless it sucked. During that sucky time, I learned that my ability to move should not be taken for granted. You think I would have learned it before but these time, well, was just different.
I count my blessings now.
I actually DO stop if I see bunnies and butterflies, I actually do listen for the sounds of birds and crickets, I actually do look at every flower and stay on the look out for Smokey and Yogi because it seems every summer there is some bear running around, usually in Sandy Springs but still I watch 🙂 I still work out my problems on the trail and EVERY time I have a little talk with Jesus because a lot of times, actually most times I need him to fix it.
I’m thankful for this body I live in it and all of its perfect imperfections. I’m thankful that it can move and that it serves me well in all that need and want to do. It’s the only one I’ve got and you best belief I want it to to keep moving.
Until next time, see you somewhere, I’ll be the one moving with a smile on my face.
Thus far I’ve had to enjoy summer at a distance, you see ye olde broad’s body decided that it didn’t have the energy to do anything back in June because it has gone full tilt hormonal. Things got bad enough that the doctor told me to have seat, i.e. refrain from any strenuous pursuits which resulted in my 195,675th hissyfit of the year. My dears, this is getting old.
She advised, I consented and am hopeful that the trip that necessitated this dreadful outfit will result in my health situation improving and permission to exercise.
Getting old ain’t easy, getting old as a woman can provide some special challenges, but a good healthcare team, the good Lord, and of course yoga has made it bearable thus far. Hopefully soon I can join you kids outside again.
So what have you been doing this summer? Spending more time outside? Doing new and exciting things? Traveling? Allow me to live vicariously through you and tell me about your summer in the comments.
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