The Mighty Minnesota River takes Chaska (argh). Walked on the dike tonight to take a look at the river...they closed the highways in and out today. Pray for a short-lived flood. I plan to keep taking pictures and watching the change in water levels...they say it's supposed to peak on Wednesday (guess we'll see).
(6:30 PM on 3/19/10)
(The Walking Trail is under water)
(Floating trees start to collect and jam the river)
Moved my walking indoor tonight because the weather, quite simply, sucked. It was drizzling, and let me tell you, when you have naturally curly hair, drizzle can be the death of you. Seriously, who really cares what you look like after working out? But it seemed to be important to me today so I moved inside.
The Chaska Community Center (AKA CCC) is a wonderful place. The walking track is free to the general public...don't even need to be a resident. Tonight I was greated by a "somewhat" pleasant middle-aged woman who appeared to not utilize the facilities herself (not due to size but attitude) and didn't seem too happy with everyone else attempting to get in shape. First question..."Do you know where the bathrooms are?", followed by, "If you use the track you cannot go ANYWHERE else except the bathrooms.". Seriously...by the time I get done with my walk, I'll barely have enough energy to get to my car. I REALLY don't want to use anything else!!!
My walk isn't a casual endeavor...I put some muscle and energy behind it (or so I thought). This young girl (OK...lady) starts halfway through my walking routine. She has legs half the length of mine but completely kicks my ass (pardon the language). How she got her legs to move that fast I have no idea. And...if walking THAT fast wasn't good enough, she effortlessly jogged around people if they got in her way. Exercising sucks! Exercising with totally fit people around you sucks even worse. Whoever says that other people motivate you are full of it...they simply depress me even more. All I want to do is get in shape for summer...I don't really even have much weight to lose.
Tonight I walked with Robin. It's always more fun to walk with someone else, but you also have to deal with the walking and talking issue; it sure is tough to hold a conversation when you can barely breathe. We walked 3 miles in a very short 40 minutes (that's a 12.5 minute mile people...not bad). Fried Eggs and English Muffin with Peanut Butter for me for supper when I got home...good protein. And...when I finally got done logging all my intake for the day into FitClick and patting myself on the back for being disciplined, I sat down on the couch to enjoy a small bowl of ice cream (seriously...what is wrong with me?). Well...tomorrow is another day.
i wanna be a cowgirl...i really do. always have...ever since i was a little girl and grew up in the country with land dreamed of owning my own horse; riding day & night; possibly getting a Malboro Man out of the deal BUT...instead i own a tail. you heard me right...a tail. That's all I can afford of the beautiful POA that is pictured in 3 of the 4 pics Polka Dot...he name is Polka Dot and he's a POA. For now...it's my dream. Am i willing to give up suburbia for the prairie...doubt it. But i really still want to be a cowgirl.
beautiful Polka Dot...although he has attitude
close up...isn't he a handsome pony
beautiful minnesota countryside
doesn't get any better than this (well, actually it does in the cowgirl states)
I went to the Parade of Homes today. Why, you ask. Not quite so certain myself. Every year I tell myself not to go...I get a case of the gimmees. Every house I see makes me feel inferior...even though I truly love my home. I live in a historical district, enchanting with many beautiful old estate homes. But...mine isn't one of them. Mine is only 90 years old...not old enough to be considered historic but definitely old enough to cause me pains and financials woes due to the amount of fixing and updating it requires.
Our home is a family home...it's been in my husbands family for 4 generations (his grandparents built it, his mother was raised in it, we now live in it and our children or grandchildren will hopefully want it to be their historic gem). But for now...it simply leaves me wanting for me. I'm blaming it all on the Parade of Homes and HGTV. If I couldn't get inside all these beautiful homes, I would be satisfied with the gem that I currently have. I think it's simply the Martha Stewart in me...on the quest for a showcase home (very contridictory to my personality as I'm a pretty minimalistic person). So...here's to another year of wanting, another year of not being satisfied with what I already have been blessed with. Greed, quite frankly, sucks.
(PS: In my quest to find a silver lining in all this...these homes give me an opportunity to use my photography skills and capture their beautify so the greed can last even a little longer.)
"Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about." We are all individuals with different purposes in this world. Live with integrity and honesty; the rest will take care of itself.