For Halloween, my Crossfit Coach is going to be a Shake Weight.
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August 22, 2010. Portland, OR - The Portland Half Century bike ride. Pedaling and pedaling and pedaling for hours. And hours. And hours. To many, cycling 50 miles is a piece of cake, but to me, it's a major milestone and accomplishment in my short-lived life on two wheels.
yesterday: moving day. nothing more to say about it other than it was as miserable as moves always are, it took me seventeen hours total, and I was so sore at the end that I was nearly delirious. I have no idea how many of those hours count as "workout hours" but I'm counting at least 12. I've never hauled so much heavy stuff or walked up so many stairs in my life. oof.
On Saturday night, I think I became a true Oregonian. Along with 10,000 other folks, I contributed to the slogan of our city, "Keep Portland Weird!" by participating in the worlds largest Naked Bike Ride. And you know what? It was AWESOME!!!
For the duration of this challenge, I've had to log the majority of my minutes into the Misc. category, since much of what I do is equine-related. But that category also includes "vigorous sex," which, as a single person, has been TAUNTING ME. Unfair!
But HA! I'm done being taunted!
After my morning ride on Saturday, I headed out to my 2 PM kayaking tour on the Willamette River, something I've wanted to do for the entire 5 years I've lived here. I made the reservation for myself only, since most of my friends are out of town and I wasn't sure who'd want to spend fifty bucks to essentially work their arms for two and a half hours.
This morning was my first morning back riding in about a week and a half -- or more? It's just been so crazy, even once the opera season ended. Then we had the dentist/vet out on Wednesday to do teeth and vaccinations, leaving Cookie with several more days of rest before she could be ridden.
Before the date last night, I had to work at the barn. There's really nothing like frantically shoveling poop and throwing hay at horses in order to have enough time to shower and make yourself presentable. It's hard to get out of there without talking to people, or snuggling up with my mare.