A lapse in judgement…

Well, my dear blogging buddies, today, as you read my posting, you will be very happy you aren’t me. 

Remember my good friend, Dawna?  You know, the one who was a guest-blogger and compared us to Lucy and Ethel?  Well...Around two months ago, we got to talking on the phone, and decided that it would be a great idea to go on a little holiday together.  We’d been missing each other’s company, what with her living on the Island and me on the Mainland.  The last time we had seen each other was way back in the Spring when I had those school visits and she blogged for me. 

Now, both of us have sort of fallen off the wagon a titch.  She with her weight (she had lost a TON but was starting to creep back up) And me?  Well, let’s just say, that for normal people I probably still look great, but I’d just hit the 4 lbs over my full-term pregnancy weight the day we were chatting, and that’s how we (I) came up with the “great” idea.

An exercising holiday!

Well...it sounded like a good idea, but now, I am questioning my sanity. 

See, I had figured that the idea of this hiking holiday with my friend would motivate me.  That I would spend the next two months getting in such kick-ass shape that the 10-20km daily hikes would be a breeze. 

And yes, you read that right.  10 to 20 km A DAY!!!  Gadzooks, what was I thinking? 

I haven’t hit the gym.  I haven’t hit the treadmill.  I haven’t been lifting even small weights, let alone gargantuan ones. 

What have I been doing?  You might be asking yourself.

Well, what I have been doing to prepare for this “holiday” is eat everything that I am positive they will deny me.  I have, to be fair, cajoled a couple of friends to go for a few walks.  And I mean a few, like maybe 8-10 total walks in a two month period, but we are talking about an hour’s meander through the flora and fauna of all the great parks that grace our beautiful landscape out here. An hour or two Well, let me tell you what the Internet says about what Dawna and I are going to experience. 

A 6am wake up for a yoga class!  My longtime readers know how fond I am of yoga.  But for you new comers let me interpret.  I suck.  We will have a nutritious breakfast of what I am sure will contain nothing but laxatives, so in addition to hiking, we can spend the day working on our butt-clenching muscles as well.  Then at 8:30 a.m. they take us out in a van and drop us off in the wilderness, where we are expected to hike a mere 10-20 km of varied inclines, which we have to do, there is no whining or turning back, because the van drops us off and then doesn’t pick us up and return us to the lodge until 4:30pm at the other end of the trail! 

At which time, do we get to relax?  Hell no!  We have an exercise class with weights and what-not.  Then there is a cooking class, dinner, I will try to bandage up what I am sure will be hamburger meat feet, try to eek out a few pages on the manuscript I’m working on and then collapse into bed wondering why in the hell I am paying good money for this.

Anyway, we start our great adventure on Friday for a full seven days.  Sit back, and enjoy the smug feeling that none of you were stupid enough to sign up for this folly.  xo

Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, July 22, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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