The first time I read this a few weeks ago, I fell in love ♥️ with it ! The last 10 days of my life were probably the most rewarding and forming days I have ever had. They defined me , reminded me , gave me strength and opened my future. I wouldn’t change a thing, except maybe keeping my ass on the bench! 🍑😉 #lionsgate Even with as shitty as they were , I’ll take it! I needed it and I am thankful! Newtons 3rd Law: for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Your life is one big story.
They are all part of the setup for "Championship Scene". You know that part in every movie where the guy who got his butt kicked over & over & over FINALLY gets to throw his arms in sky in VICTORY! Inspiring everyone he ever comes in contact with for the rest of his life!
Thats you! ...or it could be.
No...IT SHOULD BE.
Understand this concept...Newtons 3rd Law: for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
This law is true in the physical sense, emotional sense & spiritual sense.
In other words for every overwhelming challenge you face you come out the other side just a little bit stronger than you went in.
Eventually, after you've gone through enough challenges, hardships & punches to the face you become a force of nature that NOTHING CAN & WILL STOP...EVER! ...but you have to be willing to endure the creative force which is... The resistance.
The relentless punches in the face & kicks when you're down.
Success in anything is far more about grit & endurance than anything else.
What are you willing to endure?
Remember: the ones who go through it are the ones who become it. #newtonslaw#thejourney#liveauthentic#livelaughlove#strength#rewardingjourneys#relentless#forceofnature#moonchild#define#growth#blessed#thankful#newbeginnings#iknowwhoiam#gym#buhbye
I'm not here to body shame. I don't care what your body size is, I don't care what your height this, I don't care what shoe size you wear. The only thing that matters is that you keep putting one foot in front of the other. It doesn't matter how fast or how slow. Make it a race or don't. Be daring and race against yourself. This is your one life, how are you going to live it? After a recent set back in my weight and training, I was afraid of having to start over. I felt so ashamed but then my soul sister @luoyunghwa got on a plane from Chicago and I met her that night at the Portland Airport. We found ourselves by daylight standing in awe of the mighty rocks that stood before us. I had been here before, back when I could do all day repeats on Misery Ridge. But this new Leslie, she became scared and intimated. I had these new and scary demons to chase away. It's taken me months to finally post this picture. I've come to realize growth isn't always visible. I've found that your greatest strength comes from within. I had this goal that I was going to climb Gray Butte. Was it hard AF? Absolutely.
Was I happy? Absolutely.
Size really doesn't matter. Jenny and I both made it to the top because we both were determined. If I can do it. You can do it. I've yet to go on a hike that I regretted. I've yet to regret any outdoor experience. 📷 @luoyunghwa ❤
Started with dead stop (Anderson) squats. Did multiple sets while progressing in weight. Worked on 3 different sticking points. Video 1 is at the bottom of the pit. Video 2 is just above parallel and video 3 is about a quarter squat. These variations are great for not only strengthening specific points of are squat where we might be weak, but it’s amazing for developing the rate of force development (basically how fast a muscle can contract and exert maximum energy output). Because it takes away the elastic rebound effect we get from the eccentric phase of the movement(going down). Ended with seated box and drop jumps for contrast (videos 4/5) to take advantage of the post activation potential. Making sure added strength gains are developed with added power gains.
SOUND UP for max relaxation action!
The way this hike was coordinated was pretty baller. I don't know if @vikingcruises did this on purpose, but the whole hike, we could hear these falls. We crossed over feeder streams, walked next to smaller falls, jumped in puddles on the side of the road, but never saw these falls up close. Always at a distance. There was this air of anticipation the whole hike after the guides let us know that we'd be taking the waterfall stairs on the way back.
After the goat whisperer situation (watch the "Goat Hike" highlight in my profile), after follow the leader (my last post), we made our way to the stairs that follow the waterfalls back down to the ship.
Walking next to these falls, you can feel the power through the vibrations in the stairs and handrails. You can feel the mist as you walk down, and you have to watch your step because it gets slick on these stairs.
This part of the hike felt like delayed waterfall gratification. The only other time I had hiked with the hopes of seeing a waterfall was probably 6 or 7 years ago, a day hike to Dripping Springs in Southern California, near Temecula. @blueskyshaman and I had just moved to SoCal and hadn't wrapped our heads around the drought yet, so when there were no falls, I was sorely disappointed.
BUT THESE FALLS! There were falls as we cruised into Geiranger, the little feeder falls we crossed over on the way up, and a couple more exciting views, but this, where everything came together and gushed into the fjord, this was something else.
I've heard the phrase "good things come to those who wait" a lot over the course of my life and I've always met it with resistance. But I think I get it now. This whole chapter of my life feels so easy sometimes, which makes my planner brain spin out on occasion. But I think, maybe, just maybe, these are the kinds of good things I've been waiting for. Because every time I stop pushing and shut up and listen, and trust, everything falls into place. (Also, I'm obsessed with this @womenwhohike + @merrell collaboration on the Chameleon 7. My feet stayed perfectly dry while #hikingmyfeelings all over the fjords and waterfalls in Norway!)
Since when did hiking 60 miles in three days become a failure?
I guess I'm not really sure how to answer that. The truth is, that that's all I could think about when deciding, once again, to get off trail earlier than planned. Last year, also on day three, I pushed myself too hard, didn't drink enough water, and didn't realize fully what I had gotten into without already having my hiker legs. It was the first time I ever really wanted to quit a long trail. This year, day three strikes again. But this time, it was different. While I still didn't start out with my trail legs, I thought I at least had my trail mindset. The plan was to complete the 75 mile section through the collegiate west alternate (#CDT ) that we skipped last year into order to experience the San Juans. Everything started out great, a solid 20 mile day right off the bat, tired, but ready to tackle our challenge in four days instead of five. Day two reminds me that the trail always provides a roller coaster of thoughts and emotions, which is all part of the journey. After initially getting heady from passerby comments, a much needed climb full of switchbacks gave me time to reflect and gain perspective. After lunch, however, I realized that all that sun beating down on my sunscreen-less arms was starting to get to me. Sun exposure at a consistent 12,000ft is a totally different beast. By dinner time, the momentum of constant hiking wasn't enough to stop whatever was going on with my body. A solid half hour of attempting to gather water from a trickle proved defeating, and I finally succumbed to the nausea I had been feeling all afternoon.
This photo is me after crushing eight miles the next morning after throwing up literally all the food and water (i.e. energy) I had eaten that day. I managed to keep down a measly dinner of two rice krispie treats before getting a restless night's sleep and thinking I'd have to figure out how to get off trail. I woke up the next day feeling more determined than ever, and proceeded to hike nonstop all morning. My body had other plans. Half of me wanted to crush out the rest of the section, half of me was run-down and fatigued. Cont ⬇️
I can finally share some pics from our amazing trip to Yellowstone (my phone died there 😔). One of the highlights of the trip was to see the wild American Bisons around the park. If you want a closer look I recommend going to the Lamar Valley area. Even though we stayed for 5 days, we didn’t have enough time to see what the park has to offer. Looking forward for our next time there.
Volume UP 📣 Ever have a dog bring you a rabbit leg while filming? Haha!
On another note... nothing says that it's time to purge your closet than an entire wall of shelving crashing down... it really startled me tonight!
As this epic journey comes to an end, Jon and I are totaling up numbers. In the past month, we drove 5,500 miles across 10 states and two countries (Jon's first time in Canada!) We hiked, ran, scrambled, and bushwhacked roughly 100 miles of rocky (and occasionally snowy) trails, totaling 70,000 feet of elevation change. We reached the summit of nine mountains (including five volcanoes), visited three national parks, one national monument, and one world heritage site. We dealt with one flat tire (Jon handled that like a boss) and one nasty bee sting (after breaking out in hives, I took a massive amount of Benadryl, the miracle drug.)
We have 60 gigs of photos and videos, and enough stories to last us until our next big adventure together.
We also got to visit several old friends along the way, so here's a big shout out to all the homies who housed us and/or hiked with us over the past few weeks: thank you! We love you! LIVE MAAS 👊🏼
@kaplanna @huge_wave_dave @jen2thahaas @elisabethburnor @jordagiojordagio @steelebeast @runbumtours .
Over the past two months I’ve been struggling with serious anxiety. Worrying more than ever about my relationships, my appearance, whether or not I’m doing “enough” with my life, you know, the usual crap.
But what has proved to interfere with my life the most is my fear of lightning. I can’t get over it. I can’t sleep a wink the night before a hike, even if clear skies are forecasted. I lay in my bed, car, tent, wherever I may be; paralyzed by fear. I can’t eat while I’m hiking because I’m so goddamn nervous I feel like I’m going to be sick. I can hardly stop to take a picture or catch my breath, because I’m constantly worried about time.
I take every measure possible to not end up in a bad situation. I know I make smart decisions. But it’s gotten to a point where this fear is really taking away from something I love — something that once reduced said anxiety — and I’m not sure what to do about it. I know it will subside soon, when afternoon thunderstorms aren’t a big concern in a few months, but I’m worried about upcoming adventures.
At the end of August, I’ll be attempting to summit the Grand Teton, and I’m really worried I won’t be able to sleep the night before summit day. If I can’t sleep, there’s a pretty low chance I summit safely.
Has anyone struggled with a similar fear before? Do you have any suggestions for how to deal with this fear, or how to shut off my brain so I can just fall asleep before a big climb?
P.S. Big thank you to everyone who’s dealt with my tears and panic attacks on the trail this summer 😆 😂 😢. [📸: @ramblin_rachel]