What's really going on here is that after castigating myself, this morning, for being low on blog-writing energy, I did some evaluating of why that might be so. And what I came up with is that, sorry, there are just too many other fun things to do right now, with the summer weather having finally arrived here in Vancouver. We've had over a week now of sunshine, and although the temperature is not getting high enough for all but the most committed of ocean or lake swimmers (some days it edges toward 25 or 26, but it's mostly been about 22), it's absolute perfection for walking or cycling.
So, above, a photo taken after I met my guy at Spanish Banks, the two of us having taking different routes, leaving the house at different times -- as in, I left earlier than he did, took a much more circuitous route, some of that by accident, some by deliberate detour, while he rode much faster and much more directly -- we rode home together, and overall, I think splitting the ride like this was a good way to give both of us what we needed. What can I say? Sometimes I like to amble, even on the bike; sometimes, though, I like the challenge of trying to keep up with him; and sometimes, even though I like the challenge, I also like to grumble about it . . . .
About the photo, I have to say I'm partly including it here because he's so pleased about taking a good one of me. I posted it earlier, both on FB and on IG, and in both spots I got an abundance of lovely compliments -- funny, really, because I hadn't bothered "doing" my morning bedhead hair since I was going to be jamming the bike helmet over it anyway. Then at the beach, my helmet off while we sat for a break, the wind was playing havoc with it. And that "outfit" -- workout leggings, a top I grabbed because it was long enough to cover the bum ('cause we all know the rule: leggings are NOT pants!), and a pair of loafers that were handily by the front door.. . Somehow, this outfit complemented by messy hair and no makeup garnered more positive feedback than any selfie I've posted in, well, almost forever. There's a lesson here somewhere, right?
I miss the peace of those kayak rides, the horizon stretching out so broadly, so far ahead of us, so much wildlife around us, our neighbour's homes tucked into trees along the shore, the morning or evening so quiet we could pick words out of the voices travelling from waterfront patios via the wind . . . our paddling this week is so very different, so urban, surrounded by such a different energy, so (too?) much visual stimulation in every direction, has, I have to say, stirred up some feelings about what's been left behind.
But on the other hand (since behind is, after all, behind), to be able to do this in the city. . . . (Wednesday night, my brother-in-law texted to ask if we wanted to go paddling with them, then out for dinner after, to celebrate my sister's birthday last night -- we did, and I must say that being able to spend that kind of time with family is immeasurably easier here than when we lived on the island. Trade-offs, transitions. . . . )
So tell me: Do your activity patterns change with the summer weather? (And speaking of activity and fitness, have you checked out Lisa's post on "How to Start a Yoga Practcice"? Really useful advice -- with videos! -- on how to get yourself on the mat without feeling awkward or grumpy.) Are you able to handle working out in the heat? Anybody out there doing Paddleboard Yoga? #kiddingnotkidding More gardening, one of the under-recognized but arguably more sustainable fitness activities? Lake, ocean, or outdoor pool swimming? Hiking or walking?