A new version of rhubarb cake for Zac's last night. A rhubarb and white chocolate pound cake.
Munch, munch. "Is it apple?"
"No."
Munch, munch. "Peach?"
"No."
Munch, munch. "Pear?"
"No."
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The new exercise class I'm going to on Tuesday mornings is pretty intense. A warm-up followed by HIIT (high intensity) session followed by a circuit of sorts with rest periods of twenty seconds between exercises.
I stopped going to my Wednesday class partly because it wasn't intense enough: twenty active minutes out of an hour. I should be careful what I wish for.
I asked on Facebook if people exercised because they enjoyed it or because they thought they should. Most people seemed to have a love hate relationship with it.
I don't like it. I definitely go because I think I should but all things being equal I would much rather sit down with a book. Part of the problem is that when I go I have to push myself, do the very best of which I am capable, and end up sweaty and tired. I could take it easy but there's no point and I feel good at the end. But before and during, no. And currently, the day after, very much no as my buttocks and inner shoulders ache like billy-o. (That's another phrase you don't hear very much.)
One woman did suggest I should find an exercise I enjoy. She recommended pilates and walking. I don't consider walking as exercise and when I've tried pilates in the past it's been too passive. Maybe I was doing it wrong though.
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Walking does me. Life’s too short for that high intensity stuff is what I tell myself.
Walking and yard work do it for me. Walking is great because I walk with a beloved dog. The yard work can get to be pretty high intensity because it's more than just mowing the lawn.
Love,
Janie
I was unsuccessful last weekend in finding rhubarb at the farmers market. I'm going to a different one this weekend where the Hutterites have a table. I'm counting on them to have some!
I find walking and free weights quite enough, and I don't hate it during, a big point. The cake looks good, but the rhubarb would give me pause. I expect I'd soldier on and eat my share, though.
I am missing the seniors exercise classes that used to take place in our town.
oh that looks delicious.
True Pilates will kick your butt!
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