 I know what you're thinking: Is that a Sochi medalist? (I actually look a tad like a winter version of Phil Dunphy, and am not mad about it at all....)  This weekend was spent up at beautiful Lake Tahoe with my Weebly family. The photo above is the only picture taken during my stint in the great outdoors, and it almost didn't happen at all.
I was having quite a cranky, woe-is-me morning. I was tired, not loving the cold (never have, never will), and sad that I didn't have anyone to join me on this activity. I am not a skier or snowboarder (never have been, never will be) so was left to decide if I wanted to to give snow shoeing a try on my own, or wallow in our hotel room while watching Sex and the City and Golden Girls marathons (I know--not a bad option) until everyone else returned from their adventures. But I wanted to move my body. I wanted to work up a sweat, and take in the sights of this beautiful corner of the world. I wanted to breathe in fresh mountain air and give something new a try. I just couldn't seem to get over this mental womp womp roadblock, and it was annoying me more by the second. Isn't that always how it seems to go? As if being bummed out for unknown reasons wasn't hard enough, we then go ahead and slather on a layer of self annoyance, to boot. So helpful, self...so helpful. As Brandon left for his solo ski time (he's way cooler than me), however, I seized my 20 seconds of insane courage, pulled on my boots, and head out the door to tackle the task of hiking in snow, while wearing funny shoes (because it turns out that is actually all snow shoeing is). I realize it sounds kind of dramatic (read: totally dramatic) to categorize my decision to change out of pajamas as "insane courage", but as someone who balances her life with anxiety lingering around many corners, it can often genuinely feel as though it takes deep levels of insane courage to pull me out of a funk. What really was the fear behind leaving the room? Probably a mix of things: being alone, struggling up hills because I'm mildly out of shape, being wet and cold, etc etc...It was all so silly, in retrospect. Snowshoeing rocked. It was a glorious day, a lovely hike with great company in the form of a sweet, patient resort tour guide (who never once got annoyed at me for pointing out animal tracks and exclaiming "Oh my gosh, is that a bear!?" while gently explaining "no ma'am, still just squirrel"), and excellent exercise. I was shvitzing my tookus off within the first few steps, fell on my butt down one particular hill, and lost my phone halfway through (don't worry, we back pedaled for 1/2 a mile and found it, still alive, sticking out of a snow heap!), but it was totally worth it. At one point my guide thought I was being quiet because I was upset about losing my phone, but it really was because I was just trying to catch my damn breath! I'm almost 30, kid, I said. Now that is some heart pumping fun. Lesson learned? Get moving. Just get up and go. SATC and GG marathons will always be there for you when you really need them (everyday?), but great things will happen when we work to ditch the funk and channel our inner positive and motivated Phil Dunphy: “Always keep the rhythm in your feet and a little party in your shoulders." love and light, Trish
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