A Women’s Week at The Gym
Author unknown—God bless you for so cleverly expressing what we are all feeling . . .

You would think attending a massive world-wide event like the Olympics, in Vancouver B.C. would be—well—crowded. Thousands upon thousands of people attended the games on Whistler Mountain and Cypress Mountain. Lines of people streamed out of the sky train stations and SeaBus station, however the friendly folk of Canada have an incredible transit system.

Tom and I dashed out of the hotel today and made a beeline for Hudson Bay Company–the only store that carries Olympic paraphernalia. Everyone in town is wearing red knit mittens with a white mapleleaf on the palm and the Olympic rings on the top.

Yes, it’s rainy. Yes, the wind is howling and the 2010 Olympic flame is blowing sideways leaving my umbrella to resembles a closed tulip, but the enthusiasm for the Olympic games is infectious

Vero Beach, Florida. The outdoor antique fairs have got to be good here. Right? Little or no chance of rain, coatless weather, acres of antiques or junk as my husband refers to the varied treasures I pick up at such events. A person could stay out all day and acquire a healthy dose of Vitamin D to boot!

So snow shoeing looks real easy—strap on the shoes over snow boots and walk in the snow. Right? That’s what I thought too. My husband Tom certainly had a good laugh as he watched me struggling to put one foot in front of the other in the deep snow in our backyard.

We made a joint New Years Resolution this year. No we aren’t going to go on a diet—there is no imagination to that sort of resolution. Everyone knows that in order to lose weight, one must exercise more and eat less, and quite frankly I don’t want to do that just now. Swimsuit season is months away and my pants aren’t snug enough for drastic measures. Our resolution this year—clean the basement. I mean really clean the basement.

I have to respond to your amusing Christmas Tree story, which made me laugh out loud. I think your experience is UNIVERSAL.

The Sun Valley Nordic Center is a perfect place for beginning skate skiers. Despite my snowboarding fiasco, I’m going try my hand at skate skiing. I figure I’ll be a natural, after all, I’ve cross country skied without too much trouble ,and I think I’ve done some sort of skate ski maneuver on the flats on my downhill skies. Piece of cake . .

Yesterday I tried my hand, or I should say wrist, at snowboarding—today I attempted cross country skating. The human body is simply not made to take so much punishment in the span of two days. After a lengthy, moan-filled jacuzzi soak, I’m now ensconced in softest chair in my house. I’m a glutton for punishment, but it does make for a humorous story.