Let me share an embarrassing story. About a month ago, we went to watch my oldest niece play in her softball game. There's a playground next to the field and at some point during the game, Tony, my bil, and I were playing with the younger kids. I was pushing my nephew on the swings and I went to give him an underdog. Wellllllllll, I pushed him up, ran under him, and totally just kept going and face planted into the bark chips. I should have been on the field because it would have been the perfect dive into a base. Arms were reaching over my head, hands scraped against the ground, belly bouncing. It was awesome. Let me rephrase that. It actually hurt like hell and was pretty high on my list of most embarrassing things ever. I felt incredibly stupid and out of shape. I felt old.
On my birthday, several of my family members went to Central Oregon to visit the place we had spread my Grandpa's ashes 3 years ago. It's a beautiful hike to Proxy Falls. Tony stayed home with Ayden and Rylee that day. We thought it would be best since he had been gone to Mexico on his mission trip. That way he got to spend some much needed time with them, and besides that, he's really not a fan of road trips.
|Everyone that made the trip, minus my brother and bil because they were taking this picture!|
|We were able to get close enough to reach out and touch it.|
From the log that we are sitting on in the picture, is a gorgeous view of the Falls. At this point, a few in our group chose to stay behind because the trail from there is a little steep. Once you get down to the river, the footing is a little sketchy just because it was necessary to climb on rocks and fallen trees in order to get closer to the falls. Everyone managed to find a way and only a few came back with wet feet.
On the way back up the trail, I managed to roll my ankle and fall to my knees. After a few minutes, I was fine and able to keep going. I made a joke to my sister and bil along the lines of feeling my age, since it was my birthday. But seriously, a few years ago I would have been jumping from rock to rock and having a grand old time. I LOVE hiking, exploring, and being adventurous. Now, I have to be careful or I'm seriously going to hurt myself.
I don't like this new me. I NEED to make a change so that I can do things like this with my kids as they get older. We aren't young parents, but that doesn't mean we have to be OLD for crying out loud. I used to be a trainer. One of my clients was a 76 year old woman who now competes in several 5k's every month, does mini-triathlons, and just did her first half marathon. When she came to me, she could hardly get up off the floor. I remember celebrating with her the first time she discovered she could actually RUN to answer her phone at home. We celebrated so many milestones together on her journey to being young again. I now need to do that for myself. And for my kids.
Here's a few more pictures from our trip last weekend:
|My mom with her kids|
|Eliana age 10, Nathanial a few days shy of 4,|
Urijah (my brother's son) 4.5, Steven 5.5, Adilyn 2
|My awesome Aunt D (who always comments on my blog) in the lookout tower made of lava rock.|
|My siblings. |
Behind and all around us, is miles and miles of lava rock.