Glad I'm Not A Pioneer!

Jeff and I just returned from our stakes youth pioneer trek. Yikes, I am glad I was not a pioneer. I like camping, but that involves a warm sleeping bag, no snow, a comfy camping chair, and smores.

We got to play "Ma" & "Pa" to 10 youth from the stake. We had to push a handcart loaded with our gear 12 miles through the mountains until 4am in the morning on the first day. What are they trying to do.... kill us?

No, I guess they were just trying to give us a taste of what it was like to push onward, even though you are tired and hungry.

I am so grateful for what they did and the sacrifice they made. I am even more grateful that it's over with, no more crossing the plains required.

Shwew!

They didn't even have deodorant.

Yup... I am so glad I am not a pioneer!

In Shape

So Jeff and I decided to get into shape. The new gym opened down the street so no more excuses.

The first week, I was just going to take it easy and learn the routine. We went around to the machines and I figured out how to set each one, (Jeff's a great teacher). I did a couple of sets, nothing big because I didn't want to kill myself right at first.

OH MY GOODNESS!

I am so sore right now and I am sore in places that I didnt' know I had any muscles in.

OUCH!

I hope this pays off because this is no fun.

Let me tell you, running a marathon was much easier and less painful. These weightlifters are tough!

I will let you know how week 2 goes - if I survive.

The best part about our new routine is 5 am in the morning.

There are very few people at the gym and everyone looks like they just rolled out of bed

- just like me!