peridontal rucking

Today has been a less than pleasant day.

But let's back up a bit before getting to today.

Yesterday I agreed to go on a rucking event with Team RWB. The event? A 25-mile ruck from Anne Morrison Park to Sandy PointPark/Lucky Peak and back. All on the Greenbelt. All paved. Talk about harsh on the lower extremities. I also had my ~30lb ruck. Weather was beautiful for March. I am very glad I brought sunscreen and extra socks.

There were five of us. One turned around early since she was battling allergies/sickness. This turned into a blessing in disguise. The rest of us powered to Sandy Point. Laying in the grass with my shoes off was glorious. Until we had to head back. It was like a giant cock tease. Rucking 13mi to rest and only be halfway done.

Surprisingly, I managed to be doing the best of everyone on the way back. My lower half went on autopilot. One foot in front of the other. Again and again and again. Misery. But a certain part of me wanted to make it. Did not want to quit. I could do it. The bottoms of my feet were sore and my big toe ached a lot. The sun was beating down on us and there was hardly any shade. Needless to say, all of us bonded greatly while suffering together.

Eventually, we called the one that turned around to come get us. In all, I think we rucked somewhere between 18.5-20mi. I'm going with 20 mi since it sounds more badass. Afterward I could hardly move.

Move forward to today: the wonders of peridontal surgery. FML. FML bigtime. I can now admit that if there was a hell for me it would involve me being in economy class in the middle seat of a transcontinental flight full of screaming children and sick people while peridontal surgery is being performed on me in full sunlight in high humidity and temps conditions while an astymatism test is being conducted and chihuahuas running amok at everyone's feet biting at them.

By the time my procedure was done, I was soaked with sweat. I was shaky and never want to endure that ever again. Ever. Ever. Ever.  Being numb yet feeling pressure and hearing everything is super freaky. Freeee-key.

And here I am. In bed. Panda has not left my side since I got home. I love that damn dog. Stinky farts and all. I also.love watching Det. Benson in action. Mm mm SVU.

My trailer was not ready for delivery. They found a leak in the roof and some other stuff I guess. Should be delivered on Weds while I'm at work. Woooo!

Sorry for no pics. I'm on my nook and am too IT-tarded to figure it all out. My mind is seared with the images and sensations of today's procedure. I shudder each time. Nightmares.

EDIT: pics are now added, woooo!

GD'd Fuggin' Awesome day!

Today has been a good day.  Today is the kind of day that I wake up and live for.  Today is a day that brings a smile to my face.

I have noticed that after I joined various activity groups, interacting with people with similar interests as myself, my general happiness in life has increased.  Being around people that are also happy and motivated makes a huge difference in a person's outlook on life.  At least it does for me.

 Photo c/o Shutter Thug (awesome photographer)

I have roller derby practice on Saturday mornings.  I suck at roller derby.  And I am not trying for modesty here.  I really do suck.  A lot.  And I am totally fine with that.  I go to practices to have fun- to interact with an amazing group of people who are so supportive and helpful (especially to a newb like me) and so very talented.  I have been doing derby for about one year now.  When I started, I did not even know how to skate.  Now I can do quite a few things.  Not as many as I would like, but practicing and commitment to the goals will get me there.  Today we did a lot of footwork.  I had a great time!

I do have a fear I need to overcome.  Last month I had an accident.  We did 27-and-5, which means try to skate at least 27 laps on the track within 5min.  I usually get around 12-17 laps.  We had just finished and were slowing down as a cool down.  A teammate ran into me from behind and I fell hard on my tail bone.  It took about 4 weeks for it to finally heal.  And was not a process I would like to go through again.  I do not blame my team mate.  Shit happens.  And I know she feels terrible about it.  It's derby.  Pain happens.  But now, I have this fear while skating laps that someone will plow into me from behind again.  It is a fear that is holding me back.  I need to overcome it.  But am not quite sure how other than doing what I am doing- still skating and not letting it stop me.

After that, I watched some lovely Det. Olivia Benson kicking some ass.

Then it was time for Panda and I go rucking....with a group...to a place with other people and dogs!  ZOMG!  I would be lying if I said I was not a wee bit anxious about taking Panda along.  She is a rescue.  I believe she was not properly socialised when she was younger and now has anxiety issues when she sees other dogs.  Her initial reaction is to go on the defensive and snap at the other dog.  And when the other dog reacts negatively- game on!  Time to fight!...maybe?  Her lack of experience around other dogs makes her very frustrating to handle when exposed to them in a rather uncontrolled environment.

So, went Rucking with the group.  Up a steep ass hike to a point overlooking the entire city.  The view alone was worth the almost-grueling hike.  I had been up there before, but you can drive close to it and do an easy hike in.  Today, we started from the bottom.  I chatted with various members along the way.  It is so nice getting to meet other people in general, much less interesting people who take an active roll in their lives.  And Panda did pretty well!  Only a few minor tiffs.  She's a trooper with her own ruck sack filled with water bladders, hahaha!

Afterward, we met at a local microbrew/restaurant downtown.  And this is where my brain started to cease to function optimally.  Which is a fancy way of saying my blondeness took control and I became an idiot.  After chatting and eating, guess who discovered she left her wallet in the Jeep?  Yup.  This gal.  So I power walk the 3 blocks to parking garage and discover I cannot leave the garage because you have to pay before leaving and since I did not have money on me at the time I entered the garage, I was stuck in there.  I took Panda out, we walked back to the restaurant.  We walked into the restaurant (with everyone cooing over her) and I paid my bill.  And fuckitall, I forgot my leftovers.  ARGH!  That was a damn good BLT with egg.  BOOOOO!

Team RWB’s mission is to enrich the lives of America’s veterans by connecting them to their community through physical and social activity.

Bruneau Beast- Here I come!

Nothing new today.  At least nothing that I want to put on here.

Only exception is that I finally singed up for the Brueanu Beast 5K in June.  Wooo!

Strong Women (and other peeps)

I saw this article today on my Facebook feed.  I read it.  And loved it.  Everything about it described me.  And it made me feel wholesome.  No.  Not wholesome.  It made me realise there are others out there just like me.  My sisters in awesomehood.

The article: "15 Things All Badass, Fearless Alpha-Women Do Differently From Other Types of Women."

This one is for you Mom and Dad.  For raising such an awesome daughter into such a strong-willed self assured independent-minded woman. :-)

Speaking of inspirational.  Another badass mothafucker I recently discovered is Derek Weida.  Once again, I'd like to thank my Facebook feed for showing his page to me.  I do not know a whole lot about the guy.  His "personal info" section on his profile says: "I'm Derek Weida. Wounded Veteran, former Paratrooper from the 82nd Airborne Division. Three words guide my new life: Engage, Encourage, and Empower. I'm just here to bring a little fun and motivation to what can sometimes be a really shitty fucking world. Let's have fun, let's lift some weights, and then we can all eat ice cream."  Now he is a workout machine! (Photo c/o his FB page)

The quote on his page is priceless and my own personal mantra in life:

"A little motivation, a little inspiration, and a whole lot of not giving a fuck."

Granted, being the eternally positive minded-person I am...I'd probably want to junk punch him if I ever met him.  But that's OK.  That's what FB is for- bridging the gap and permitting people not to engage in human face-to-face interactions, one news feed at a time.  It makes the world a happier place.

Although, I do have to add this here, since I'm being all honest and shit...

The picture fails to list a whole plethora of other attributes.  But at least it's a start.

Here is my badass mantra.  Live your life.  Be the best you that you can be.  Stop worrying about what others care and/or think.  Be happy with who you are.  And, if nothing else fails, go 300/Spartan on their ass.

I found another race that I am interested in participating in.  The Bruneau Beast in June.  Looks fun.  I just may sign up for it, among many others with my kickass Rucking team. :-)

Sookie Fucking Stackhouse

Is one damn lucky biatch. Yeah yeah, her life is in danger constantly. She has almost died numerous times. Torture, murder, mayhem, etc, are all just general M.O. for her stories. But fuck, man. Her male interests in True Blood! *sigh* Gets my blood going, mmhmmm. Her, not so much. The dudes? Yes, please. Here is just a taste of the eye candy I am alluding to:

Say Hello to Eric Northman, a hot Viking vampire played by Alexander Skarsgaard.

^This is Alcide Hervaux, a hot werewolf played by Joe Manganiello.

And the women characters are, if nothing else, amusing.  I personally think most of them need to eat a few more sammiches to look truly attractive.  But I do love me some Pam.  Badass Pam.

I'm currently watching Season 7 at the behest of Ms. Diana Prince.  She insists that I see it so that we can be caught up together.  Well.  Let me tell you.  A scene of two steaming hot men without shirts having a hetero-homo-inquisitive moment in Hannibal's world is classified as SUPER HOT.  Mmmmm, Jason and Ben-Warlow.  Mmmm.  But the photo below will have to do and thus be added to my fantasy bank for future reference (just insert me where Sookie is, hahahaha!).

Went rucking today with the Pan-dawg.  Let me just say that it disappoints me greatly when people do not Tread Lightly or follow Leave No Trace mantras.  The area that I take Panda is sort of an off road park area.  But the amount of trash people leave there is despicable.  Not to mention the left over shells/casings, carcasses and newly formed ruts from people not following the designated trails.  Ugh.  People are so careless.

We climbed to the top of a butte and I had to be careful of her paws since there was so much broken glass up there.  Stupid people.  Here she is atop the butte:

I found this article titled, "50 Movies that are sexier than 'Fifty Shades of Grey'".  I am intrigued.  I now have a nice list of sexy movies to view and decide if they fit Hannibal's hot or not lists. :-)

And, just because I told her I would put it in here.  I want to announce that Ms. Prince today only shaved one of her legs.  Yes.  That is right people.  She claims she was too distracted by me calling her on the phone while she was in the shower to do the other leg.  Oh my oh.  What a silly woman.  Glad to know I have such power of influence on people from afar.  Now if only I could do that with a penis-carrier, too!  Someday.  Some.  Day.

I seriously do not understand that.  I think I am one Goddamned fucking awesome female.  I have my shit together.  I am mentally stable of sound mind and body.  I am healthy.  I am in shape.  I am (for the most part) financially stable and having a fucking fantastic credit score.  I have a full time job.  I have no children.  I go out and do shit, either with friends or on my own.  I have my life together.  I am educated.  I come from a stable home life.  So, why in the fuck does no one want to date me?  OK, let me re-phrase.  Why do no men with the attributes I listed above for myself want to date me?  I will tell you.  Because, here in the great state in which I live, they are all married, re-married and have spawned multiple times over.  ARGH!

I mean, just look at the shit I enjoy doing:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OK, so that is only a taste of me.  As compiled by as many impersonal photos of me that I could find (save for the tattoo photo- I got that while I was a zookeeper and the artist loved tigers, so the photo was in thanks for her excellent work).  I also realise, bitching about it does not fix it.  But sometimes, a good rant just feels so good.  Am I actively looking?  Nope.  Do I care?  Probably more than I realise.  Is my life less fulfilled as a result?  Nope.  Not a bit.  My life is damn awesome.  Sometimes I just wish I had someone to share my awesome moments (e.g. life) with.

/end rant.

And finally, a photo that has me in it...somewhere.  Credit goes to Shutter Thug for taking and editing it.  Love me some derby time!

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

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).

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