White water rafting? No, my arms are my weakest body part. It was easy in Europe; the only time we got wet was when we jumped into the river. -- This would be much harder.
Kayaking? But Iíd totally freak out if I tipped upside-down in the water and had to right myself.
Mountain climbing? No way.
Dog sledding? Achoo!
Rock climbing? Intriguing, but too scary. Not for a week, but maybe for a half day, if I have to?
Biking would be cool, but not if the trails are too narrow, or steep, orÖ
I figure I can maybe handle backpacking. I can walk, right? Never done it with a 50 pound pack on my back, but Iíd have some time to train before I left... Thatís probably my best bet -- as long as I donít sprain my ankle, again, and have to be evacuated...
I actually jogged three miles today. -- But I didnít do my hilly route, the one Iíve been walking with 22 pounds in a small pack. I donít think Iíve ever been in such good shape.
But Iím such a klutz. Is this good enough? They said you just have to be in ďaverageĒ physical condition. But Iíve always been below average athletically. What have I gotten myself into?
Rock-climbing this morning, eek! Better to get it over with, right?
I cried yesterday. What a way to start my trip. But everything is so new to me -Ė the people, the place, Iím not even an experienced camper. Talk about being out of my element! Everyone seems nice though.
Iím paying for this?
Backpacking through the desert in 100-plus degree heat isnít exactly fun -- adventurous, yes, but not for me.
Some birthday present! Why didnít I peruse a jewelry catalogue instead? But no, I worked on my brains in my twenties, and now itís time to put my body to the test. What if I flunk?
I was so looking forward to my solo time. I was feeling teary again, so I passed on an extra hike. -- Course I also didnít feel like taking even one more step than I had to.
Lots of ďcircleĒ times. Itís like kindergarten -- on steroids. I cried the first day of kindergarten. Why do I always have to be so shy?
The food is gross and my water has floating things in it. But I actually feel pretty skinny right now. My tummy feels almost flat. -- Thatís a first! I wonder what I look like. Itís weird having no mirror -- or any of the other comforts of home.
Iím getting stronger. Today I actually put my pack on all by myself. Course, I tipped over when I crouched down to take a photo of a little flower. Havenít taken many pictures; trekking without my camera is hard enough.
Funny, I was actually glad to be back with the group after solo. I guess itís true -- people need people -- even me.
I did it! I survived the whole week. Iíll never feel the need to do this again, right? WellÖ a coupleís course would be wicked cool. -Ė But I donít see Brent ever being in good enough shape to do one with me.
Annie wants to take her future kids on a parent-kid course. (Sheís so cool.) Imagine doing something like that together, right when theyíre starting their rebellious teen years? Iíll probably be too old and out of shape by thenÖ It was hard enough doing it now. But who knows, maybe Iíll do another course for my fortieth?
Brent and I just took the kids to the beach for my fortieth.
Who needs more jewelry? And we havenít gone away since before the kids were born. Travel used to be so important to me. But I donít even miss it.
Nowadays I shop the sales for clothes and toys and stuff -- not for last minute vacation deals.
Strange, I donít recall praying a lot on all those trips. And yet I was so lucky. I know He was with me. -- If my thirties were about working my body, I guess my forties are for working on my spiritual side.
But Iíve wanted to give it another go for ten years nowÖ so maybe weíll try indoor rock-climbing for my next birthday?
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