Sunday morning is normally reserved for a run in our hollow followed by yoga and meditation, followed by a visit to the barn. And so it was today. Only the run was extended with some circuit training, kbell swings, burpees, weighted sit-ups and then that was followed up with some isolated leg work and then the yoga.
The barn belonged to me today. Meaning I got to be all alone with my trusty steed for quite a long while, which was awesome. This also meant we got to ride longer than normal and worked on lots of little things we've been doing together plus did some plain old goofing off in the form of the horse thinking that mud pits would be fun to run through until he realized that mud is really squishy. LOL. So, after working up my second sweat of the day I sent him packing back to the field with his buddies and headed home...
To a mess of weeds I have been avoiding for weeks now. This has NOT been the season for home care around our place. The weather has been unreasonably rainy. Sam has been out of town quite a lot and I have been working long days myself as it is my busy season. But, really it was getting kind of comical with the weeds so I decided that Bertha (my industrial sized weedeater) and I would kick up some green stuff, rocks, dust, twigs, etc. I am serious I normally come away from this chore with more than one portion of me bleeding. We live on what I like to refer to as a rock farm. As in if we could sell rocks we'd be stinking rich. Our house is also basically in the middle of a forest. So, trees and rocks. Rocks and trees. It isn't easy work. It really sucks mostly, which is why everyone hates to do it. So, for two hours I wacked and attacked and basically stole the rock farm that is our yard back from the onslaught of Mother Nature's pesky ones.
Right now I'm not sure if there is one part of my body that isn't sore. LOL. Bertha weighs maybe seven pounds but is a helluva machine to control. My legs were already sore from lifting Friday plus this morning's workout and ride. My upper body now matches them for needing a hot bath. And a hot bath I didn't want. After that last task I took a long, cool shower and had a Guinness for lunch.
So basically sometimes I think the best workouts come in the form of some really, damn sweaty work. If you have a chance to pick up a weedeater, dig a ditch, chop some wood... Go for it! Your body will thank you and you will also have accomplished something outside of yourself and your workout.
Because the ability to express ourselves and care for ourselves through motion is something we should be grateful for...