We finally did it: we joined a gym. Hubby has always been anti-establishment for many things, in particular gyms. But now that he’s getting a little older, he’s finding that his metabolism just isn’t what it used to be. And he’s tired of fighting the bulge. So we bit the bullet and did it–took a tour of the facility this morning and signed our lives away for 1 year. I’m actually excited about it: there are tons of classes ranging from Barre to kickboxing to yoga to cycling to bootcamp (scary!). I’m very interested in the kickboxing class, as I have wanted a punching bag for years. Since it’s too cold to ski to enjoy it (below 0 degrees F at the hill), tomorrow morning I’m going to a Zumba class (my first–not sure exactly what I’m getting myself into, but I think I’ll enjoy the Latin-style dance) and immediately after that is a CXworx class, which focuses on core strengthening. Hubby said he would join me for that one. He doesn’t think shaking his ass Latin-style is for him. Fair enough.
I’m also looking forward to the gym because I can run on the track or treadmill on days like today when it’s just too cold to trail run. Today was supposed to be a high of around 20 degrees F, but that was at midnight. The temp dropped through the night and it was actually below 0 for most of the day. I don’t enjoy running in those conditions. Oh, and it was practically a blizzard all day today, which is also equally not fun for me to run in. I like it to be at least 20-25 degrees when I trail run, so later this week should be fine. The other reason I’m looking forward to the gym is I’d really like to get my core a little more conditioned before I have (presumed) surgery in the next month or so. I meet with my doctor on Friday, and I’ll know for sure then when (or if) I’m going to do it, but I’m pretty sure it’s going to happen. If I can get my core strengthened before surgery, I know I’ll be in less pain and heal more quickly. Plus, after surgery, I can go walk on the track or the treadmill to still get exercise. I would walk around my neighborhood, but there are several people who apparently have never heard of a snow shovel, and so the sidewalks can get quite treacherous once we get into the freeze/thaw cycle after a snow. Plus 2 days after I had surgery last February, it snowed something like 2 feet in town. There was some of the best skiing of the century and I missed out on it. I was bummed, to say the least. So it seems likely that after surgery this time, it is guaranteed to snow. Murphy’s Law.
And now for something completely different: I harvested my saffron on Thanksgiving day! Based on the reading I’ve done about saffron crocuses, you can expect 60% of the bulbs to produce flowers the first year. I’m sitting at 20%, but I’m okay with that, because that is 100% more than I was expecting this year. I’m just happy to have my first 6 strands of saffron…ever. It’s easiest to pull the entire flower and then snip the stigma threads, so that’s exactly what I did. The flowers are so beautiful:
Once I snipped off the saffron threads, I tossed the remaining flower in the compost bucket. This really seemed undignified, next to eggshells, apple peels, and apple cores, but it was the best option. At least I got to look at its beautiful purple petals while preparing our Thanksgiving meal. Plus, it will get turned (eventually) into beautiful compost to nourish yet more saffron next year. Ah, the circle of life is so grand! I’ve got a lemon ready to pick next. Oh, it’s exciting times in my house right now.
And here’s hoping the gym doesn’t completely kick my ass tomorrow!