There's two types of people in the world. Those who buy fitness equipment and those who use it. I'm in the former camp. Show me an Athleta catalog and I'll show you a full cart. Who needs to know that my yoga pants have seen more of the microfiber of our couch than the yoga mat? I have no less than three long sleeve technical t-shirts with cool key pockets. I wore them last week while running. Errands. I wish I could say I actually ran from errand to errand, but after my stop at Starbucks involving a chocolate croissant, it was more accurately describes as strolling errands. This plays out again and again in my life. Before our move to San Francisco, I finally let go of the softball equipment I hadn't used in 2 years. While I felt proud of myself, I hid a leotard, ballet flats and leg warmers in my luggage just in case there's a really convenient studio and my buns need shaping. The shaping is definitely needed, but I haven't so much as Yelped dance studios in the area.
Old habits die hard and I was moving to the promised land of the great outdoors where petrified trees reigned. As I prepped my National Parks Passport and dreamed of the fresh air, I also clickety click clicked my way to a gently used pair of Merrell hiking shoes on eBay.
Last week, we had a crew of friends from the East Coast ask to see some redwoods. Jack pot! These bad boys were taken on their maiden voyage in the cathedral like peace of Muir Woods. After their first taste of trail, they yearn to see the peaks in Yosemite and the shores of Hetch Hetchy. Yosemite, here I come! Right after I finish my pirouette, sun salutation and 5k.