7/18/2012 Es spinnt.

Whirlywind...  And I still haven't written about Grand Teton amazingness yet!  Sometimes, about some things, the blogger just cannot blog.  They just won't fit.

Anyway...

My summer has officially entered whirlwind mode.   I spent a couple days last week on a mad dash up to Acadia with my fabulous Mother.  She chose the itinerary since I might not have chosen Mom-friendly stuff if left to my own devices!   I was glad for her choices though -- less chance of me damaging myself before pacing the VT100, days away.

It was a really great trip and, of course, we had a fine encounter with ice cream on the way home.  During this encounter, however, I somehow tweaked my back.  Damn it.  It hurt enough that I would have trouble sleeping for the next two nights.  At first, I knew it was not a good thing but I couldn't tell how bad either, so immediately when I got home, I went for a short run in order to find out more.

Thankfully, running didn't seem to bother it, so I enjoyed, very carefully and somewhat nervously, the lovely Maran trails.   I stopped in to make a cameo at Aelasor's XC practice.  The evening was lovely.  I decided that with two days of basically rest, easy stuff, plus tons of very specific, targeted yoga, that I would be okay.

The next two days ended up including surprise hay deliveries.  One at each barn, in addition to daily horse chorse.  Both totally random, unexpected, "can you be here in an hour?" type of things.   Only about 300 bales, but still.  Argh.  I normally love hay work (not a typo, I really do enjoy it) but I was very concerned that I'd get tired, lose technique, and worsen the tweak.  This is the nature of the beast though.  Horses don't take days off from shitting.  And when the sun shines, start calling your strongest, most masochistic friends.  

By the grace of ice, advil, ibuprofen, FSM, and boatloads of yoga, I somehow managed to survive.  I am forever indebted to Birch for her book, Power Yoga, and also to the amazing Audrey Palma for her invaluable teaching.

A few Acadia National Park / MDI photos are below.  We are truly so lucky to have this and I am thankful for those who created, donated, purchased, maintained and preserved the land.

~ 39 min run, easy does it.
~ 3 miles
~ Maranacook trails, hilly, breezy, perfect weather, evening.
~ Brooks Cascadia 6, which are beginning to really wear out.  Shorts, tee.

I have climbed here! :D  Otter Cliffs.

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