Roller Derby and Rucking = Lovely Valentine's Day

Today went something like this:

Get up butt fuck early (but not butt fucking).  Drag my ass to roller derby practice.  Have a fan-fucking-tastic time at practice.  Sooooo much fun!  Worked my ass off to the point I got nauseous.  It was great.  I'm still probably the worst skater out there and it takes me FOREVER to learn how to do things.  But I have a great time sucking at it. :-)

Get our group photo in, then haul ass to Hulls Gulch trail head to meet my RWB Boise GoRuck team to go ruck hiking.  Meet new people.  Enjoy the fantastic weather.  Bare some skin to the sun and get sweaty.  Holy shit!  This is the route we took:
RWB Hulls Gulch Hike at EveryTrail

Drive through big water puddles that are always in that parking lot and meet some fellow ruckers for lunch in Hyde Park.

Go get oil changed because I'm too lazy to do it.  Get K/N air filter that costs way too much.  Go home.  Clean up.  Put kayak atop Jeep.  Put doggles and harness on Panda, go for a drive to show off how awesome we are in our awesome Jeep with our awesome Wilderness Systems Tsunami lime green kayak.  Hilarity ensues.



My date for Valentine Day:

Debating whether I want to sign up for a GoRuck Light event in May here locally.

And now.  My body is sore.  Super sore.  I plan to get up early-ish tomorrow to go kayaking (sans Panda).  I hope my arms are up for it.  Sheesh.  Putting my rucksack in front for the brief time I did killed my arms.  Whew-wee!

It makes me so incredibly happy to find the rucking group I did.  Exercising with other people makes working out that much more enjoyable, especially when doing it outside enjoying nature as well.

Funny story of the day:
A person.  We will call her...Bonnie.  Bonnie and her love went out of town leaving Panda and I to hang out at home and be lazy from the day's activities.  Panda starts freaking out by crying, barking, howling and acting anxious.  We howl together for a bit.  I then go down the hallway.  I hear a strange noise from Bonnie's room.  I open the door.  The noise is louder.  Panda acts very upset.  I discover the source of the noise.  I laugh uproariously.  I call Bonnie.  I leave her a voicemail of Panda's freak out, the noise from the source and then Panda trying to eat the said source of the noise.  My evening's entertainment has most definitely been fantastic.

Now, back to Law and Order: SVU. :-D

Preggo Spartan Race Anyone?

Well, today was certainly a long and tiring day.  I am glad it is almost over.  Soon it will just be Olivia Benson on the tv, my bed and I.  Yippee!

I thought of so many ideas for this blog today.  I actually got pretty excited about some of them.  And now my mind is drawing a complete blank on what any of those ideas were.  Awesome.

I ended one chapter of my social life today.  I am not sad to see that chapter end.  It relates to my post from yesterday regarding closed-minded people and isolating me due to differences in life and moral standards.  I did receive affirmation that some people out there do like my quirky nature.  I need to remind myself to concentrate on the positives in life and not so much the negatives.  Being mopey and negative only bring you down.  Thinking optimistically can get you somewhere happier.

I think I should be flattered that the closed-minded group out there mentally gave me the powers to turn people into swingers.  Yes.  You read that right.  Swingers.  Me?  Last time I checked, having a partner is a pretty useful tool to be in the swinger lifestyle.  I do not pass judgement on someone's lifestyle, especially that related to one's sexual proclivities much less what makes them happy and a more cohesive relationship unit.  Swingers are cool in my book.  If that's what makes them happy, way to go them!

The other night I had the strangest dream.  I dreamed that I was preggo.  Like third trimester, ready to pop that crotch spawn out any moment preggo.  And for some reason I was in my triathlon uniform and at a Spartan race.  And lo and behold, I did not let the fact of my procreative disposition stop me from competing in the race.  When I say compete, I mean army crawling in a mud pit under barbed wire set aflame.  Yep.  You read that correctly.  I somehow managed to fit under the barbed wire atrocity swollen like a pig carcass among the pit of mud.  Wooo me!  Dream world reality sure is odd.  I wonder how the laws of physics apply to such a world?

I really like dream world for the most part.  Man, the dreams of couples I've been having lately...whoa.  No need to expand on that farther.  Simply, whoa.  [insert shit eating grin here.]

This seems like a great segue to dating.  Hannibal + Dating = hilarious stories of crashing and burning.  I have a very good friend.  Let's call her...Diana.  Diana Prince.  I have a healthy respect for Ms. Prince.  She and I were even single at the same time and joined the same dating websites.  Man oh man.  Let me tell you, she got all kinds of responses.  From all kinds of men.  She had an excellent filter.  She managed to go on plenty of dates and ended up slimming down the numbers and found a keeper.  Me?  I did not get a single date and hardly much of a comprehensive message in the same time frame.  Wha tha fugh?!  Ms. Prince is female.  She knows she is female.  She exudes female.  she knows how to use FEMALE.  And then there is me.  Awkward as fuck.  Flirting?  You have got to be kidding me.  You would think that once a gal hits her 30s, she'd be able to at least effing flirt with people she is attracted to, right?  Wrong!

My version of flirting usually ends up me talking about my Jeep, off roading, outdoor adventuring and ending up be chummy with the dude in a "bro" manner.  Dammit.  Backfire!  No, not a bro!  I wanna be a sexy object of his affection.  Not an effing bro!  *facepalm*  Ms. Prince has agreed to help teach me the finer ways of flirting, e.g. reading books on body language and shit.  Good luck, Ms. Prince.  You have your work cut out for you.  Some day I'll go on a date.  Apparently my 2.5yr dry spell of singledom is a challenge you are will to accept, bwahahaha!

What I think a main contributing factor to my continued singledom is?  Many of my interests in life are what society tends to consider "masculine" pursuits.  Example #1: my off roading love, especially that of owning a rig and working on it with my own two hands.  No man built my rig.  This gal right here with tits and a vagina did!  And is damn proud of it.  I am a strong-willed person.  I do not back down unless given facts to convince me otherwise.  My ideal?  A man that understands that my love of my Jeep eclipses nearly everything, including him. :-)  Buying me Jeep parts is way sexier than useless jewelry , flowers and other pointless things.

Part Deux: Exercise!

You know you are reaching stages of getting old when having too much flatulence keeps you up at night.  Yup.  Flatulence.  Fuck my life.  I swear I am not kidding.  Farting away when all I want to do is sleep.  Great.

Today was one of those reminders that I am a single female and horribly misunderstood as a person in the great state of Idaho.  I should add to that that I truly love who I am as a person.  It has taken YEARS for me to reach this point in my life.  The point where I can look at who am I as a whole human being and be happy with what I see.  I actually look at myself in the mirror and smile.  Naked!  I smile at my nude body!  Why?  Because it makes me happy.  I like my body.  I have worked so hard to be the person I am today, both internally and externally.  Up until recently, I felt the photo below described my self esteem almost to a "T".

But now, I see it and get angry at how pervasive the idolized female form according to mass media and Hollywood truly is.  And how that unhealthy form creates unhealthy women and girls.  Well not any more.  Nope.  Not me.  I'm not falling for it!

You know what really changed?  I signed up for a Spartan race (coming up in June) way back last fall.  I had a goal to go for and achieve.  When I have goals, I strive to accomplish them.  My workout routine has been religious.  I am reminded why I love working out so much.  It is my "Zen" time.  Just me working to meet my goal.  Working to finish my set.  Sweating and heaving and ho-ing to do...just....one....more...[breathe!].  Now I joined a local GoRuck team and try to go to at least one workout ruck event sponsored by them a week.  On my days off from work, I take the dog, put a ruck on her and off we go, rucking along in the mud, sand, sagebrush and dirt.  My new favourite object?  My rucksack.  I literally take it everywhere I go.  With or without weight in it, hahahaha!

 My current goal is to be able to climb a rope and do a pull up.  Two things I have never been able to do in my entire being of existence.  The photo below, I find it to be as intimidating as shit!  But also refreshing- it is something that I WILL do.  Not simply dream to do. :-)

The photos I find most inspiring are nothing like this:

Now, do not get me wrong.  That woman worked very hard for that body.  And I applaud her- it is beautiful to behold with one's eyes.  I also want to smack every man out there that thinks that is the ideal female body.  *vomit*






The photos I love and aspire for are these (e.g. NORMAL looking people doing it):

 

Today, I have decided to cleanse myself of those unworthy to be my acquaintances, much less my friends.  I am tired of being around closed-minded people in my free time.  So, if people think me too odd, too free thinking, too unconventional, too un-filtered, too not family friendly, too liberal, too [insert something here], guess what?  I choose not to spend my time with you.  I have better things to do in my time than be put down for being me.  For choosing to be who I am and reveling in it happily. :-)

And here I am, in all my glory.  Possibly the only photo of me I will put on here.  I love this photo.  I encompasses so many of my passions in life- rucking/exercising, "my" dog, being outside enjoying the world around me, and, most importantly, my Jeep.  Yes, my Jeep.  I LOVE my Jeep.  But that is for a different blog entry at another time, tehehehe.

And, to end on a positive note...of omg manly sprung holy hawtness.  Here is a video I found on my Facebook feed yesterday from Instinct Magazine: <--- click the link (I'm an IT moron).

'Bad Boy Of Ballet' Sergei Polunin Brings Us To Our Knees For Hozier 'Take Me To Church' Performance