But that is over now!!! I am tired of letting this thing called school hold my life ransom!! I will rise up in revolution! (...me and my cells!) Together we will over come this bourgeoisie rule! ....wait...that's Marx, *cough* wrong revolution...but you get the picture. Anyway, so what really made me start thinking about how wimpy I am and how I need to whip this ass into shape is the 11 mile hike up the side of a mountain I went on last weekend at Pinnacles National Monument. It was awesome and I felt really bad ass once we were done and my whimpering had subsided. But the day after I thought I was going to have to ask someone to shoot me seeing I couldn't move, roll over in bed, sit on the toilet or NOT do anything that didn't make every muscle in my body scream bloody murder. Just so you can get an idea of how hard this hike was, here is a picture of Bekah and I half way up the mountain....
As you can see, we are suffering.
So, like I was saying I realized I'm a big lump and although I have a good excuse, scary professors who are ready to swoop down on your dying corpse at the first sign of weakness or slacking, I really need to get in shape.
After our hike I went to the gym the next couple of days just to help alliviate the stiffness of my muscles. What I found was after I went to the gym I was actually more productive and less stressed out. Picture me before the gym: hyped up on coffee and worrying about the state of her fieldnotes, do they have all the right details, did I remember everything, etc etc. Now picture me walking out of the gym: "I'm the king of the world!!! Hear me roar! Who gives a shit about fieldnotes! Actually, what fieldnotes? Those fieldnotes? Oh, I already finished them in my sleep!"
So yeah, at least I'm going to the gym now. Next step, running outside.
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I haven't been running much either. It's cold and icy here, and I hate the treadmill. I have, however, fallen in love with this one elliptical trainer things--and I tend to hog it in the LCC fitness center. I'm motivated though because I think we're going to Newfoundland this summer, and we're talking about traversing the Presidentials (23 miles in one day) on our way through New Hampshire.
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