Powering Through.

This week is short, and that excites me.  We have a four day work week, thanks to a huge summer celebration event we’re having on Thursday night.  My boss is out of town until Thursday, so I also get a less watchful week to catch up on things before I head off to Alaska.  I am at my most efficient working stride when I can have TV shows on in the background.  I can sometimes work okay with podcasts or books, but the TV shows really make the day fly by and I get so much work done while being mildly entertained by the Food Network.

A couple of weeks ago I strained my calf by rolling my foot on a root while hiking.  The pain subsided, though it was never that bad.  On Saturday, I jumped off the boat using my toes to push off an strained it again.  This time, I was limping and could hardly walk for the rest of the night, through yesterday, and into today.  I’m hoping it stretches out and goes away by the time we fly out Saturday.  I don’t want to be limping through the forests of Alaska!

As I get into the week, I have a lot to do before we leave Saturday.  I’m so glad work gave everyone Friday off this week because it give me an extra day to prep for the trip.  Friday will be cleaning, last minute laundry, copying keys, meeting with our friend who is watching the cats, and hopefully an early morning hike for me!  I’m just trying to stay positive this week, keep an upbeat attitude, and work on making my calf feel better.

I’m going to work on being less critical of others – as I’ve picked up that nasty habit of playful banter turned cruel.  I am going to remember my goals.  I’m going to have a good week, despite any setbacks.  Time to be a big boy and power through it all!  I have a lot to be thankful for.

Slow Down!

I’m always thinking about all of the road trips I’ve taken over the past decade or so and smiling at how lucky I am to have those memories.  In 2007, our spring break road trip opened my eyes to the country west of the Mississippi.  In 2008, I saw the west coast.  In 2009, we actually camped at Arches and saw the west coast.  In 2010, I saw many things in southern Utah and Death Valley.  In 2011, I moved to Texas and visited the North Rim of the Grand Canyon  In 2012, I saw my first Saguaro.  In 2013 I saw the Oregon Coast again and everything in between there and Texas as well as the South Rim of the Grand Canyon.  In 2014, I saw Big Bend for the first time as well as the Rocky Mountains up close.  In 2015, I saw the the Petrified Forest National Park and the Grand Canyon again.  In 2016, I revisited the west coast and spent some time under the mighty redwoods.  This year, I will revisit Alaska, with more exploring, and I can’t wait.

While I know I’m lucky, fortunate, or whatever, my goal since our first road trip has been to stop and explore a little more.  Our first trip was so unplanned and rushed, we drove through the Rocky Mountains, made a rest stop, and kept going.  We drove right on by Arches and Canyonlands without even realizing it.  On our 2008 trip, my best friend and I set out with our good friend at the time to head west wanting to see and do as much as we could.  We got to the coast, but didn’t explore much.  We went to the redwoods, but didn’t hike much.  We went to Death Valley, didn’t do much.  But, on the way home our third friend was insistent on going to some big name brewery.  My best friend and I almost lost it – this guy was so unwilling to alter plans to hike to the coast in the redwoods or through Death Valley, but had to go to a brewery?  So, from that point on, I vowed to explore more wherever I went – planning trips with like-minded adventurers.  And, in following trips each year, I hiked more, saw more majestic views, and spent more time in all types of random places.  I feel as each year went on, I took more time out during road trips to see and do various things.  As the years clicked forward, my trips became more about exploring and less about getting somewhere.

The shift from 2008 to 2009 was simply being more adventurous, and making the most of the time we had.  Back in 2009, we hiked to all the major arches in Arches as well as several short hikes in Canyonlands and Grand Staircase Escalante – this was all on our way to US 50  to drive, camp, and hike along the loneliest road in America before reaching Sacramento to pick up a friend at the airport.  In that 2013 trip to Oregon, we stopped at Arches along the way and hit up the Rocky Mountains on the way home – just to see them!  During our 2014 visit to Big Bend, we hiked as often as we could for as expansive a place as it is.  In Colorado, we took some dirt roads through a national forest along a winding river to get home.  Our 2016 trip to Redwoods included an abundance of scenic drives, hikes, and even a spontaneous trip along the Smith River up to Oregon Caves National Monument for a tour.

Not every road trip is going to allow extra time to stop and explore, or include the most adventurous people, but it doesn’t mean giving up.  There is always a thrill in not fully planning a trip, but nowadays I will at least check the map before finalizing anything in case there is a spectacular piece of public land to explore or some attraction to see.  All of this rambling is just a reminder to myself, and anyone choosing to read this, to slow down.  Slow down, check stuff out, and enjoy every little trip you get.  You can be efficient and adventurous all at once, I promise.

Keep Swimming.

This morning I got out of bed, walked the dog, got some coffee, and headed towards the trails to go hiking.  I’m a week behind, so I was going to do one this morning and one tomorrow morning.  I get there, and overflow parking is full and people are being redirected down the road to the community center.  Seriously?  Screw that.  I kept driving, figuring I’d head to the state park nearby because it never fails me as a backup location. Get there, and there is a huge mountain bike race on the multi-use trails and only one other trail is open outside of that loop.  What the hell?  So, I talk myself down, take deep breaths, and leave the park because there is no parking and no where to hike that isn’t in the way of a bike race.  I head home.  I tend to my plants, eat lunch, and do some other chores.  I’m just now calming down, as I sit on my patio in this BEAUTIFUL weather with some ice cold water.

I hate this city-nature bullshit that I have at my disposal.  It’s entirely too small, overused, and underwhelming.  These trails don’t really allow me to fully escape much, and the people using them don’t give a hoot about actual nature.  I feel so stuck with the choices I have when I can’t drive over 3 hours to a better, more authentic location.  I have to continuously remind myself that we have a plan and this isn’t necessarily forever.  This is just now.  We are working to get to better place – hopefully literally – with a plan.  I know, I sound like a whiny millennial, and I probably am.  But, I also realize that I must continue to work hard to get better things in life.  Nothing is free, nothing is handed to me, and nothing good comes easy.  I truly understand the concepts of hard work and patience…I just never have patience at all.  It’s as if I came to this realization that I love nature, wanted to be more involved with it, and now I live the furthest from what I find appealing.

As I was speeding off from the blocked entrance and man waving a sign saying that the overflow was full, I thought that if we lived in Grand Rapids or if we had moved to Portland, I could be hiking already and could easily name 50 different places off the top of my head between the two cities.  I think that only fueled my hate fire more, but I just kept driving to the next place.

Here’s to hoping when I go this evening it’s a little less obnoxious, though I can almost bet there will be more than enough people there crowding the parking lot.  Just give me a parking space so I can go to the only legitimate place within the DFW metro area to hike and not hear traffic.  PLEASE?!

Life gets hectic.

With weddings, work, and social activities consuming my days, life has spiraled out of control.  I have been going non-stop every day, night, weekend for a few weeks now.  From mid-April until now, I’ve stayed overnight for work seven times.  I’ve stayed at a friend’s house at least five times.  I missed last week’s hike, for a wedding so no big deal, and so this weekend I’m finally catching up on that along with another hike and some general upkeep on our apartment.  I want to get some flowers for near our front door and maybe some more garden style plants for the back porch.  This weekend will also be for updating our freezer/fridge, meal prepping, meal planning, and starting to prep physically for hiking in Alaska in six weeks.  I’ve been eating terribly, and I can really feel it which is a sign to slow down, figure it out, and get back to being somewhat less gluttonous.  It’s easy to fall into the trap of eating quickly to satisfy hunger while overeating or eating poorly.  I need to keep things in the house, prep for the week, and get back down to a good caloric intake for the activity level of the day.  Here’s to hoping this weekend is actually productive.

Six years already? Really?

Six years ago, to the day, I packed up my 1994 Chrysler LHS and set my GPS for Texas.  In a visit one year before the day I left, I had met a bunch of fun people and was told that Texas held plenty of job opportunities for me.  Over the year, I kept applying for jobs in all over the country.  I received rejections from every state, Australia, Canada, and Europe.  So, when 2011 rolled around, I decided to put in for a transfer within Best Buy, get a Texas area code, and just move in with my family until I found something down there.  I was 26, up to my eyes in debts of all kinds, and had nothing to lose in moving south.  I wasn’t even sure after packing my car that it would make it.  I didn’t have a dime to my name so my uncle loaned me $175 bucks to drive down.  I had no credit cards, no extra cash, and no backup plan.  My friend hopped in the passenger seat and away we went.  We made it to Texas on March 31, and I didn’t have to start work til the first full week in April.  It cost me $125 of the money, including food to move to Texas.  My old clunker cruised comfortably the entire way, and we made it without any issues at all.

In six years, I have learned many things.  Those fun people I met in my earlier visit turned out to be anything but fun and the opportunities I had were only if you knew someone.  In late 2011, my old roommate and best friend moved to Houston to pursue a career he said he’d never do but was too broke to say no.  By then, I was also working in an industry I had never intended and was just glad he would be closer than Michigan.  I started as a Best Buy transfer and quickly moved on to work for the same company for the better part of five years.  A sudden layoff sent me back a step and then a giant push forward to where I am now.  I sit here, six years later, appreciative of the family that didn’t even hesitate to open their home to me when I so desperately needed a hand.  I sit here thankful for the jobs I held, and the one I have, in getting me on track financially and saving me from the mountains of debt that started forming.  I am thankful for the people I have met in Texas, even those that turned out to be terrible and taught me a lesson in a way.  I sit here, six years later, still missing my dearest Michigan friends and family knowing I changed the dynamic by abruptly moving away.

In the six years I’ve been in Texas, I have… met my better half, adopted a dog and a cat, moved at least 5 times, met at least four people I could call friendly, met more than two handfuls of people I wish to never see again, and learned how to drive very aggressive/defensively.  Living in Texas brought to realization that I took the people and scenic beauty of Michigan for granted.  I didn’t love it and them hard enough when I was there.  I look at where I am now, a city dwelling thirty-something craving nature, and think I could have been hiking every evening in Michigan without driving more than a half hour.  I could have been cross-country skiing all winter and camping all summer.  But, when I was there, I wasn’t in a place to be doing these things – I wasn’t there mentally.  In Michigan I was depressed, angry, bitter, and avoiding all responsibility because I had fucked my life up and didn’t know how to fix it.  As much as I’ve grown to despise many people here and despite my need to move away, my initial move to to Texas saved me from myself and whatever extremely unhealthy choices I was making at the time.  Now, I’m not saying it’s all because of Texas the state, but moving to the state voluntarily and having people here that knew the right people changed my trajectory in life.

I can’t imagine what I would be doing if I hadn’t moved six years ago.  I can’t imagine if I’d even be alive – knowing how dark things were sometimes – if I hadn’t done something as drastic as moving and accepting the help of family.  Mostly, I try to focus on the present and future now.

All’s I know… I am thankful for what I have and who I know because of Texas, I miss my people and the scenic beauty of Michigan, and I will continue to desire a relocation when it’s appropriate for my better half and I to do so.  I have a new appreciation for the friendships that weathered the years apart, a new affection for green trees and freshwater, and a new view on the value we place on things in our lives.  I’ve learned, by living in the DFW metro area, that I do not desire a city this big and I need some form of public transportation.  I have learned that speed limits outside of Texas are absurdly too slow.  I have realized that this state does have natural beauty, but it takes some time to discover it all.

Cheers to life, the future, and the hope that things will continue to get better.

Alaska: 86 days away

Vacation time has been confirmed
Seaside camping cabin reserved
Alaska is happening in June!

I’m so excited to be visiting family in beautiful Alaska during the warmer months.  Winter was pretty, and not as bad as I had anticipated, but I’m ready to enjoy the outdoors a little more than our previous visit.

With a date set, I have a new goal: to feel less fat on the airplane.  I’ve come so far with getting healthier, with this week being a little speed bump, and I want to keep pushing forward.  I am going to lose more weight and increase my hiking/exercising time for the next three months in hopes of improving my stamina, reducing my width, and adjusting my attitude.  I want to be able to enjoy the plane ride, hike with ease, and make the most of the ten day trip.

Here’s to keeping the vision in focus and knowing I can accomplish more.

Monday Motivation, again.

I have to remember my goals. Sometimes, after a nice weekend, I forget what I’m doing and why.*

  • I’m dropping weight and toning up so I can fit into my clothes (current and future), hike further, backpack, fit on roller coasters comfortably, do more, live more, and live longer.  I want to have a hammock, a normal camping chair, and get a new bed.  I want my clothes to fit and I want to be able to buy clothes off the rack from REI.  I want to be able to do a 10 day backpacking trip or hike for an entire day sunup to sundown.  I want those things for my life.  I want to get to a point where I can indulge a bit without total derailment.  I want to run a 5K , 10K, or 25K.  It’s coming. The progress is happening.
  • I’m avoiding frivolous purchases and not eating out left and right because I’m trying to pay off my debts from doing whatever I wanted all these years.  I’m trying to get myself together and save more.  I’m trying to overcome the cycle I’ve fallen into, especially now with my job that pays well again.  I’m trying to potentially buy a house (condo, cabin, cottage, dwelling, maybe not my main residence) in 5-6 years as well as a forever car (Subaru Outback, please).  I don’t want to be stuck with my car as the cheap ass things falls apart – it’s only 3 years old but I’ve had 16 year old cars with less rattles and squeaks.  I want more for me, and that includes saving more and spending it on adventures and living life instead of junk and prepared meals on the regular.
  • I’m doing the 52 Hike Challenge to see more of the state – if not the country.  This challenge is to encourage more activity, to encourage inner peace, and to see what this state has to offer in the positive sense.  So far, I’m learning a lot, but I need to keep those things in mind.
  • There is an end goal.  There is life beyond Texas.  There is life beyond debt.  There is life beyond fat.  I’m quite impatient and need to take a timeout to realize these things all take time.  It took much longer to get to where I am than it will to fix it, so I need to remember that.  With this continued hard work and perseverance, I’ll get there.
  • I need to accept the reality that I may not get to see everything on my wishlist.  I have an extensive wishlist, and it may be time prioritize destinations.  I have a list of things to do once we reach our goal city, that will take years and are all very realistic.  I have a list of more national level things to see and that is the list that will need to be checked and prioritized.  All in all, I’ve been adjusting my reality and doing my best to accept it.
  • I need to get over the fact that I don’t have my awesome schedule (7 days on, 7 off overnight) anymore that allowed me to do all the things I wanted… Benefits of current life are more money, less spending, job security, and better benefits.  Yeah, I lost my time for adventure, but I didn’t have any money to do it anyway which is why I’m in debt.  Living a more simple life is smart for me.  Also, on the same daily schedule as my better half means we see each other more often.
  • Working hard for what you want, paying for things with real money, and going to sleep knowing things are getting easier/better is one of the most comforting things in the world.  I was taught to work hard for what I want, but I strayed from the lesson for a decade.  It’s sad that money can make me this happy, but it’s actually something under control now.  When I’m in control, I’m happy.  This applies to money, what I eat, and what I’m able to do.
  • Someday, when we’re in our goal city and I am working this M-F thing again, I find comfort knowing I will be able to escape quickly to beautiful places nearby as opposed to this disaster that is DFW.  My main motivation for our relo to the goal city is knowing this.
  • If I work hard for another year, I may be handsomely rewarded by my current company (a bonus).  More motivation.  Here’s to me putting my head down, ignoring the bullshit, and working my ass off.

 

*not really “forget” just need a snap back to reality.