Lat Lady Goes On Hiatus

Yesterday my husband was teasing me about my gym activities and how intense I get while training. I was training later than usual and he fit in some weight training after an hour of floor hockey so we were in the weight area at the same time. I barely noticed him, but apparently I stick out like a sore thumb.

  • Eyebrows furrowed.
  • Headphones in.
  • Lats out.

Huh?

According to my husband, my new nickname on back day is ‘Lat Lady‘. Its just how I am built. I have no hips or legs to speak of and am ‘top heavy‘ and it is definitely not in the chest area. God gifted me with a back and shoulders a linebacker would be jealous of.

I laughed when he bestowed the name on me.

  • I secretly love my new nickname.

Lat Lady‘ has been running around like a chicken with her head cut off and unable to blog because things like, oh you know, sleep and having groceries in the fridge are more important.

Family vacation.

For the first time in a couple of year, my whole family got together. Jon and I packed ourselves in the car and hit the road at 6:30 am so we could make it to Puyallup in one very long day’s drive.

The start is always so exciting...then there are 15 more hours of sitting which just makes your arse scream in protest.

The start is always so exciting…then there are 15 more hours of sitting which just makes your arse scream in protest.

We met at my mom and dad’s house and piled in. 12 of us in one house and another 4 came over on a daily basis. We ate, laughed, played games, and caught up.

It was glorious to be home, sleep in and eat more than one should while staying up late into the night.

Next, we were off to the Oregon coast where my brother lives with his little family. 

Don’t ask me why, but I always forget that it is cold, really cold, on the Oregon coast. Pants, coats, and layers were worn while we explored the shoreline.

mom heather and I

My beautiful mom and sister!

Once upon a time Heather was bigger than the rest of us. Apparently with each child we got bigger and bigger...

Once upon a time Heather was bigger than the rest of us. Apparently with each child we got bigger and bigger…

My brother....I sure wish we at least lived in the same country!

My brother….I sure wish we at least lived in the same country!

Fierce! Giant dead crabs I shall fear not!

Fierce! Giant dead crabs I shall fear not!

Of course we want to roast marshmallows and make smores!

Of course we want to roast marshmallows and make smores!

10 days later, we started the epic trek back home to the subarctic.

For some reason, it always seems to take 48 times longer to get home. Why is that? And why in the world am I usually tired from my vacation?

  • Am I the only one who usually needs a vacation from her vacation?

In the Canadian Rockies we got a reprieve from sitting. After entering the Provincial Park, 20 cars ahead of us suddenly came to a dead stop. I pulled the e-brake and got out to see what the commotion was all about.

Forest fire.

I've never seen this in action before. Pretty cool. Helicopters were dumping river water too!

I’ve never seen this in action before. Pretty cool. Helicopters were dumping river water too!

We met some awesome families who were on similar treks back north from the coast. After about 40 minutes, we were back on the road in fine form yet again. We waved to the family in the brown mini van when we unexpectedly met up again while getting gas in Jasper.

  • My hip flexors and arse were glad for the break.

When we arrived home at 12:30 am, we grabbed the valuables out of the car, stumbled into our house and fell into bed for 10 hours.

Home, crazy home.

I like planning ahead so my calendar was full of exciting things. As per usual, I forgot that I am not Super Woman.

Beyond my usual work, which I adore, many things were scheduled. Speaking, working on a new project, and meeting an amazing woman to start writing her story of how she got out of prostitution were added into a full work week.

I loved every minute of it, but by the end of the week ‘Lat Lady’ was just like my little niece who was all played out despite doing the things she loves most in life.

Play 'til you drop! This picture just makes me howl with laughter.

Play ’til you drop! This picture just makes me howl with laughter.

It feels good to live all out and then drop into bed exhausted but with a smile still on your face.

If you’re all played out, I hope you’re still smiling because you’re doing what you were made to do.

Find what you love and do more of it!

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Comments

  1. Always uplifting, and always a joy to follow you. When I fake my death and change my name to Ry Conen, you may find me shivering on the Oregon coast — best place on earth.

    Oh, and ILS (Imaginary Lat Syndrome) is a disease, and must be stopped in our lifetime!

    • ILS is rather horrible. 🙂

      And yes, I quite enjoy the Oregon coast as well. I used to think I would love to live there, but the past few years have changed my mind. If I were to fake my death and change my name to Schmonloree I would live in SoHo with many a trip to the Oregon coast and other such fabulous places. 😉

  2. I’m still new to strength training. What do you mean by “Lats out” and “Lat lady”.
    Glad you had a vacation and glad you’re back to blogging ’cause I am almost caught up on your posts. So nice to find a blog that mixes humour, info and wisdom. Why can’t fitness people be more funny!

    I was having fun loosing fat, but now I have a personal trainer, no more fun times : ( It’s muscle time!

    • I don’t know why fitness people can’t be more funny! It is quite the hilarious world out there. 🙂

      Lats – the large muscle in your back that helps give the v-taper look. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latissimus_dorsi_muscle I am kinda shaped like an ice cream cone – so my back tends to hang out over my racerback tank. Its just one of those silly fitness jokes. The guys that walk around all puffed up with their arms away from their sides act as though they have mondo lats – which is what Roy was referring to. 😉

      Hooray for personal trainers! FUN! You’re going to learn so much. Woot!

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