Sometimes it is good to get away. Mind you, this photo is more than a year old (before pandemic), but it makes a few points…
Remember to get some exercise. Just … not with 3 super-fit members of your family. Notice everyone having a good time running, except Dad with the barely suppressed grimace of pain and facial mask of determination.
Remember, family members are supposed to support each other. And not run too fast for old people to keep up.
This is the beautiful Forest of Nisene Marks. I have to say, those articles about Forest Bathing? Yup, they’re right on. That time spent in the woods? When I wasn’t gasping for air, it was a spectacular place, a place to recharge.
As always, I had agreed to go for a “leisurely jog” with the kids and with my baby sis. We would run up the path for maybe a mile or 2, then “It’ll be easy, coming back down! Come on! It’ll be fun!”
Grasping my iPhone with a death grip, I set off. Because, if you’re going to go for a run, your iPhone HAS to track your exercise, doesn’t it? As quippy daughter always says:
“Dad, it’s NOT about the steps. IT’S ABOUT THE LIFE.”
I disagree. If my exercise app doesn’t track it, what’s the point?
Nevertheless, we get to the top (barely). I sprint to the turnaround sign (because, Dads have to make a point). This causes nausea with imminent vagal response.
After some time spent with arms tripod-ed on the knees, gasping for air, concerned looks from the sister (the kids are immune to these cries for sympathy) and an extended period of hands-on-hips walking back down the trail, we commence our downward leg.
I was promised an easier time headed down. This was a complete fabrication.
It was several hours later (or so it seemed) we got back to the car.
CMIO’s take: I do have to admit, the smells, the sights, the laughter were a wonderful respite. Yes, we did bathe in the forest (with our clothes on). And it did refresh my spirit. How do YOU recharge?