Ooops. I, um, went on vacation last weekend up until yesterday and forgot to post that I was going. Sorry to have the tumbleweeds blow through FF for a full week, but hey, maybe I can make it up to you somehow? Think on it.
So I went to Joshua Tree, where the lizards roam free and the temperature is 108 degrees in the middle of the day. I learned a few exercise-related things while I was there. Namely:
-First and foremost, you should not run in the middle of the day when it is fucking hotter than Hades. I know this full well. However, I am also incredibly dense, so I did it anyway, telling myself, “People do it all the time and survive.” This is idiot logic: People also survive car accidents, but that doesn’t mean you should plow into the car in front of you. I knew I was doing something bad for my body when 4 miles in, I ceased to be super-hot and started getting chills. Now, the exam I took to get certified as a personal trainer has this standard question about what happens when you overheat during exercise, and the whole run all I could think of was that, and how ridiculous I was being, and then the other voice said, “Just a few more miles.” I did make it without actually dying, but I felt, well, I think the technical term is, “like poo.”
-However, the insane motivation that led me to run in the blazing sun of the desert somehow left me on the final leg of the trip, when we checked into the spa-hotel in Palm Springs. Air-conditioned gym…and yet I did zero exercise. Something about lounging by the pool with people bringing me food and fluffy towels and water with lemon in it just rendered me utterly uninterested in exertion of any kind. Especially thudding away on a treadmill. Don’t try and understand me, I’m just an enigma, you can’t handle me!
-My sister, who insists she isn’t very fast or plyo, found the key to new fitness achievements. Apparently when there is a rattlesnake four feet away from her and it suddenly makes its presence known by shaking its rattle-y tale, she finds sprinting powers she never dreamed she had.
-S’mores are not conducive to weight loss. Especially when you eat them eight at a time. Eight is also known as “the mystical s’mores barfy number.” ‘Course I never actually puke with my iron gut, I just feel like it for a long time, and once the feeling passes, I’m ready for “s’more”. Eat nine in one sitting and you soil yourself, I think.
-Of course, with any exertion whatsoever in that heat, hydration is key. So don’t be the loser who forgets your camelbak on the trip and ends up having to suck on everyone else’s tube. Heh heh. Guess who was that loser?
I had fun, and I’m glad to be back on FF.
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Umn, I LOVE s’mores, just might have one tomorrow to go along with my Carona Light’s. O, Memorial Weekend, such a good time.
Mallory
May 23rd, 2008
glad you’re back!
surf mom
May 24th, 2008
Sounds like a groovy trip. Snakes, lizards, heat et al. You are all bronzed.
mary
May 24th, 2008
missed you!
Ettamommy
May 25th, 2008
Amazing what a snake will do.
Alice
May 26th, 2008
I’ve seen some snakes that made me run away ‘right quick. They weren’t rattlin’ though. And weren’t more than 4, maybe 5 inches…
Ettamommy
May 26th, 2008
I love tumbleweeds.
and ’smores.
MizFit
May 27th, 2008
President Bush likes to run in extreme heat. Idiot logic, indeed.
I bet he has no s’more making skills, though.
I would soooo rather be camping right now.
Belinda
May 27th, 2008