We’re home, and I haven’t entirely gotten my head around that yet.
Sure it’s nice to see all the new things around my ‘hood and city, and nothing beats a proper bed, feather pillows, hand towels (our friend Liz understands this one completely), and a good shower.
As we unpack, we’re sorting through five parcels we sent home to ourselves over the past year. Opening them is like Christmas, with 70 kilos of souvenirs (two more boxes were sent to our base in Ontario), stuff we didn’t need during our trip (Ellie’s PFD and my running shoes, for instance), and various scrapbooks.
It’s funny that I sent my workout gear back home early in the trip, since we also brought home some extra, unwanted weight. In my case, about five kilos of body mass.
And so we must do something about that; it started tonight.
We have the benefit, here in Inglewood, of having a Crossfit Studio (quite literally… you know, in the literal sense) outside our back door. La Fille ™ et moi have signed up for a short stint to see if it might not help matters out a bit. Tonight was our first of six “onramp” sessions, meant to teach us the techniques and patterns involved in Crossfit.
I’d test-driven Crossfit a couple of years ago, with a one-on-one session at a studio nearby. I wasn’t at all impressed by the machismo-driven attitude, so I let it go. I *want* to like it, I really do. So we try again.
It was still tough. I felt like they concentrated on legs a bit too much, with most of the moves hitting my quads like beer never hits my head. I will be wobbly tomorrow.
We’re supposed to record our WODs. For the record, Russian Twist Lunges are teh evil. Russians be crazy, yo!
The travel weight we’ve gained is crazy. We certainly ate well, especially in Greece, Thailand, Vietnam, Italy, and France. Oh hell, everywhere. But we walked, too. We averaged about six or eight kilometers a day, sometimes as much as 18 (thanks Android!). But sadly, no cardio, and that seems to have been our downfall.
ANd did I say that I’m sore tonight?
Addendum-dum
Hah! (as Yul Brynner might say) – I just did the math. In the 175 days that I had my LG G3 Android with me (beginning January 6), it seems that we, as a family, walked 1284 kilometers. Elliotte walked every single one of those kilometers with us, with nary a complaint. Our longest day was over 19 km, in Paris, walking to Pére Lachaise Cemetery. I very much remember that day. It was long!
The LG Health App underestimates walking distance, as compared to my GPS Tracker, so we actually walked a bit more. Point is, we averaged 7.3 km of walking a day at a minimum, in 2015. And still I gained five kilos.
But the croissants were delish!