This week’s Mamavation Monday theme is camping. Great outdoors style camping. You know. With the nature and the connection with the Earth by disconnecting with the World. Very big-R Romantic stuff. And because we’re friends (okay, maybe not “friends-friends,” but you read my blog so I heart you and my unwritten-but-now-written pact with my readers is that I’ll be honest with you), I’ll let you in on something I don’t really mention ever.
I’m not an outdoorsy person.
I KNOW. Big shocker. I’m a computer-geek, suburbanite, literature major whose most popular pinterest boards are everyday eats, nail designs, and generally geeky interweb finds. I mean, what do you expect?
But really, the idea of being outdoors where poison oak and ivy lurk right in front of your face, where running water and plumbing are amateur hour nonsense, where flying, biting insects are the natives and you’re a stranger impeding on their territory, and the allergens.. oh the allergens… none of it is appealing to me. I hated every minute of reading Into the Wild. I enjoy the safety and security of walls that cannot be torn with a penknife or, you know, claws. The very thought of hiking through the woods makes me itch uncontrollably and SERIOUSLY I NEED AN OATMEAL BATH FOR THIS PSYCHOSOMATIC NON-RASH THAT’S SPREADING OVER MY ENTIRE BODY.
I bet you’re a little itchy now, too. Heh.
Anyway, it’s not to say I won’t go outside at all. I’m not agoraphobic or anything. I take Cameron and the dog to the beach. I run on the (well worn and fenced) trail in the wetlands. I enjoy a good nature walk every now and then. If I were confident in my climbing skills and in my or a buddy’s ability to anchor and tether and whatnot, I might be open to rock climbing. In the meantime, I’ll stick to a rock gym, thanks.
But Resa, you may ask, you’re a boy’s mom! What happens when Cameron asks to go camping?
If Cameron ever wants to go camping, I’ll slap a smile on my face, shower in eucalyptus oil, and give it the old college try. Until then, I’ll enjoy my air conditioning and sidewalk running, thanks.
Anyway, this week was awesome. I ran 6Ks on Wednesday, which means I’m ever closer to my 10K and eventually 13.1 mile goals. However, I also got minor shin splints from that particular run, so I’ve had to hold off on running for a few days. BOOOOOO. I mean, seriously, I stretched fully and wore shoes that probably have about 200 miles on them IF that. What gives?! Granted I also run on pavement with small but steady slopes. Maybe I just have to stick with the dirt trail in the wetlands?
Also, I have to tell this awesome little story because I thought it was funny. I stand on the scale first thing one morning and I weigh in at 116.2. WOO! So I step off to grab my phone and take a picture, but the camera didn’t turn with me, so the picture came out sideways. Bleh. So I step off again because the scale’s turned itself off by now, reorient the camera, step back on, and WTF?! The scale says 117. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN!? Which is to say, the scale is a liar sometimes, so don’t let it dictate your health and fitness goals.