I missed three weeks of bootcamp.
In the blink of an eye a twisted ankle became 21 days of not moving my ass further than the distance between the fridge and the garden with a few side trips to the barn. I also spent three weeks confused about how I’d twisted my ankle until the oxygen hit my brain — thanks to bootcamp — and I realized that throwing bales of hay while wearing running shoes probably had something to do with it. The ankle is better, even if the rest of me is more wiggly than it was before.
Bootcamp was the same as it always is…exactly what I need when I need it. A mental break, a physical boost, and a lot of sore muscles the next morning. There have been major improvements since last summer: I can skip without peeing or wanting to throw up, squats are my favourite (don’t tell B), I know what a russian twist is and I can do it while holding a kettle bell, I still hate burpees.
During those three weeks our children finished grades four and nine, I (willingly) rolled down a hill in a giant plastic ball called an Ogo, we’ve had perfect beach days, and I’ve spent more time covered in horse hair than not. Also, I’ve written in a few other places.
There’s my regular gig over at Yummy Mummy Club where I write Around The Table, a food blog about, well, food, and what my family likes to eat. Or rather, how I like to prepare food and then make them eat the results.
What’s also cool about Yummy Mummy Club is the range of opinions and backgrounds the contributors all have and the opportunity to occasionally face off against one another. I did that recently with a post about a Verizon telephone ad that draws a link between girls being told they’re cute and lower numbers of science and math university grads.
And then Life In Pleasantville happened. I’m happy to be a regular contributor over there. I’ll be writing about travel, ticks (yay, me), entertaining, and maybe even debate vodka versus beer. Although why choose, really?
As usual, I’ve also spent way too much time on Instagram because I’m a sucker for a pretty picture, and travel and photos go together like Cheech and Chong, or Virtue and Moir, or cottages and s’mores, or … you get it.