My husband and I never get the chance to exercise together, because someone has to look after the kids.. Bringing the kids with us is never an option because where is the fun in that… We did try it a couple of times… Hey lets go for a jog and the 7 year old can ride his bike… 1km later, he is lying on the concrete crying because his legs are aching and he just wants to go home and is sick of being subjected to this child abuse….
We are very lucky that my parents always put their hand up to have the kids when we need them and this is the only reason we are ever able to do anything child free. I am very blessed to be in the position to have such a great support network and I love that the kids would rather go over to Ma Ma and Pops, then stay home with us (not for the reason to get them away from us… Gee, give me some credit!! More that they have that relationship with them)
Even with the grandparents putting their hand up to take the kids when needed, the husband and I still rarely get to do anything together because we are also in the middle of renovating our house and ontop of that my husband is trying to do up a car to sell. So when my husband is home, his time is needed elsewhere and lets not forget that he is training for a charity bike ride, so his exercise time is at sparrows a-hole o'clock! I have thought of maybe trying to join him for a bike ride but last time I did that, my lady bits hated me for a week…. (maybe I'll try wrapping a cushion around the seat next time)..
I have been complaining to my husband about how unfit I am and how I need to get back into exercise. I send him links to all these fun runs and other exercise things that we could do, but in the back of my mind I know there is so many other things that need to be a priority. Imagine my surprise when he was like "Yep, lets lock in Sunday morning and sign up for this trail race".. I got very excited, until I remembered that I have not ran that distance for 6 months and there is no way in hell I would be fit enough for it.."
So we then decided we would do a mountain walk. I was happy with this idea. I could easily do a mountain walk. I had walked this mountain so many times and knew that even in my unfit state, I would get to the top. I was also happy that the path we would follow was the path the cars take up, so it is bitumen and safe. We organised for mum and dad to have the 1 year old Saturday night and Sunday till lunch. The 7 year old was off galavanting around town, having a sleepover at a friends house (he seriously has a better social life then me).
Come Saturday night and we found ourselves going to bed near midnight… not the smartest thing, when we had to get up early to walk up the mountain. However the football was on and my brother was hosting a little get together at his house.
About 5 times before we went to sleep, my husband asked if I was sure I wanted to climb the mountain, or did I want to just have a sleep-in, since we were kid free… pfft as if I would (you know I wanted too….) I told my husband that we should get up at 4:30am so we can walk most of it when it is still dark, then we won't get smashed by the sun… He commented that we wouldn't know where we are going… I was like "just follow the path its easy".. I should have cottoned on that he was on a different wave length to me, especially when he then said, "should i wear my hiking joggers or my normal joggers". I told him to wear his normal joggers, they would be fine (its just on bitumen). He then mentioned how his hiking joggers were better on dirt and rocks, but I still didn't make the link we were planning two different adventures for in the morning..
Morning came quickly and it was also bloody cold!! We made our way to the base of the mountain and as we parked my husband said "Are we walking on the road??? I thought we were doing a mountain trail?"
I was so not mentally prepared for this… Next thing you know, we have googled trails up the mountain and found a 14km one and off we go driving to our new destination.
Anyone that knows me, knows that I have a crazy as hell imagination. This comes from working in a video store when I was young and watching every movie that I could get my mittens on and most of these were horror movies.. You know the ones where people go walking in the bush and get stalked and murdered… The ones where people change their plans and no one knows where they are and they get lost and die… So, as I stared off into the rocky bushlands , I was already picturing at least 13 ways my husband and I were going to die… Such an optimistic person.
The first km into our journey of death.. we met a couple, who were on bikes doing a mountain bike trail. My husband explained we had never done this track before and were we going the right way etc. The guys gave us some really vague directions and told us that it takes about 4-5 hours to walk the trail. We knew that was doable but when he said that was only for one way, we both knew we were biting off more then we could chew...
We made the decision that we would go half way up and turn around, as anti climatic as that would be.
The husband was all upbeat and happy! Totally in his element and here I was, glancing behind us every couple of minutes to make sure we weren't being followed. This really isn't a good idea when you are walking along a path and the person in front of you stops to move a branch and you smash hard into their back because you don't realise they have stopped.
After smashing into my husband twice, I decided that I would just have to use my little dog ears to listen for killers approaching, as they snapped twigs etc (I'm being serious).
Just as I started feeling comfortable (as comfortable as one can, thinking they are being stalked by a killer) we got to the actual start of the PROPER trail track.. The one that is no longer a dirt path but an overgrown path straight into the bush.. Complete with spider webs, low hanging branches, roots sticking up, rocks to trip on and lets not forget its going UP a bloody mountain.
The husband found a stick (which he used as a light sabre) and gallantly volunteered to go first, so he could brush the spider webs away. He is such a gentleman (or maybe he thought we were going to be killed from behind too and if he went in front, he would have more chance to escape). We then passed a cows scull and rib cage and my husband made the comment that maybe it was a warning jokingly… pfft great thing to say to the person with the crazy imagination, who is now wondering if a wild animal killed it….
After 30min the husband kept commenting on how beautiful everything was. I hadn't even noticed because my eyes hadn't left the ground, thanks to tripping over a tree root in the first 2 minutes, I was so worried I was going to go ass over tit, if I took my eyes off the path. After an hour of being on the trail, I was actually hoping someone would come and get me.. to put me out of my misery…
The path then opened up and the shitload of lose rocks seemed to turn into a dirt track. I took a deep breath and started to take in everything around me and bask in the company of the man I loved the most… until that man decided we should RUN… since its flat.. (did I say love or hate).. Thats another thing about me, I am a very competitive person. So if he wants to run, then I will run because Im not going to slow the show down… so we ran for about 2km until the path turned back to lose rocks and tree roots (I never thought I would be happier to trip and stumble in my life). I decided to take the lead for awhile and I'm sure the husband enjoyed being able to see me roll my ankle twice on nothing (didn't injure myself, just did the roll where your ankle bends to the side and you quickly shift your weight off it).
I found myself starting to enjoy our adventure, which I now know if a signal to the universe to make things shit immediately, because thats when the path started going UP. Holy mother of burning calves and legs… My husband the fit little Ethiopian Mountain Goat, started jogging up the hill (fit asshole) and would then wait patiently for me. I actually didn't mind him being so far ahead of me.. because then he couldn't hear me breathing like an 80 year old having an asthma attack. Many times on this part of the track (which was just all long grass and dirt) I was expecting a brown snake to come racing out of the grass and take its anger out on me, for being disturbed whilst it was sun baking from the idiot who was running ahead. Every little crack or scuttle in the grass made my heart skip a beat...
Just over half way, we took a selfie (as you do) and decided that we would call my parents to come and collect us from the top, as there was no way we could go back down (unless we wanted to be on this track all day) and after all this effort, we really wanted to see the views at the top.
A couple of hours later, we finally made it!! The last 2.3km were a total b*tch!! The sun was smashing us and my calves were preparing to go on strike… BUT we made it. I was so happy!! Firstly, that we hadn't been murdered on the path, nor bitten by a snake or gorged by a wild pig or a bear that had managed to escape from the circus...
I was taking in the beautiful views from the top of the mountain, when my husband decided that we should start jogging down the mountain (on the road… the track I wanted to go on to start with) so we could meet my parents halfway down. I thought he was joking until he started jogging… Now those who have jogged down a hill, let a lone a steep mountain range, knows that it kills your knees, as you try to not let the momentum take you into a sprint… My legs were sore already and running down a hill was the last thing I wanted to do… However, I decided to go along with him, thinking that my parents would meet us on the road any minute now… BUT NO, we ran the whole way down the bloody mountain.. All 5 or so kilometres of it!! Every car I could hear coming, I would beg in my mind for it to be my parents.. it wasn't.
When we got to the bottom, I felt like I had pulled a muscle behind my knee, it was hurting like hell.. all I wanted to do was walk but the husband wanted to keep RUNNING….
So here I am shuffling my legs along, basically running on the spot, whilst my husband gets further and further away into the distance… Thank God my parents came 5min into this run of death…
This morning I woke up in pain and a limp like a pirate with a wooden leg… the husband is up bounding around the house like some deer on the Savannah… I just want to break his neck…
Since I started this sugar journey, I have managed to lose 10kg and keep it off…
At first I was really excited and happy that I could lose this weight and keep it off with no exercise, just being a little active.
However being fit is important to me. I want to be able to do things with my kids and my husband without having to stop because I can't catch my breath!!
Climbing up mountains is the real devil in this story…. Running down a mountain is also a bloody Devils turd !! Its really important mentally that you do things like this, because as much as you complain in the moment, it feels so good to achieve something. Especially if you are the type of person who hates going to the gym.
If walking is your devils turd then walk 1km!! You will feel good for doing it (after you learn to walk again cause you can't move your legs….)
I love the feeling of pushing myself and this little experience has made me keen to start exercising again so that I can hopefully keep up and then leave behind my husband when we do things together (so sweet aren't I)
So guess who is already planning their next little adventure with her Ethiopian Mountain Goat Husband…
Adding lots of new recipes today!! Stay tuned xx