I have spent a lot of money in gym memberships over the years. (And, yes, I know, it is a little bit difficult to see that at this point in my life.) The day before I found out I was pregnant with Frederick, I leg-pressed 325 pounds. I expect I am good for two full sets of 500 should I work up to it and should I ever have access to a gym again.
Gym access is a big deal when you live in the wilderness. We are nearly a full hour from a regular grocery store, to give you some perspective.
But then again, when you live in the wilderness, you really don't need a gym. This is my recent discovery.
In the past three weeks I have worked on one small part of our property clearing brush. If you have undeveloped land that has not been grazed and you find parts are filled with so much brush from downed limbs and dead bushes that you cannot walk, you will have a mental picture of this area.
For three days only I spent about two hours with a hand saw and pruners working on that area. I created such a mountain of brush that I started to picture "burn day" in my mind as I was going to sleep. The bonfire would turn to ash all of the evidence of that six or seven hours of work.
With a small amount of February rain, the San Joaquin Valley Air Pollution Control District finally allowed me some satisfaction. After spending three long days at the World Ag Expo, I decided to shock my travel-weary body into a long work day.
My mom and I had the fire started by 9:30. I hauled the brush in as she monitored the fire.
"You did all of this in six hours?"
"And did you know I can leg press 325 pounds?"
We marveled at our progress and discussed the huge amount of clearing to be done on the property. The work is surely good for at least 175,000 calories (if I were counting) and a whole lot of core muscle development.
