Ew is Me

...or at least, ew was me almost 24 hours ago. Yesterday, we (we being my mother, sister, myself, and another family) finally got back from our four-day, 18-mile backpacking trip! And although 18 miles over four days is probably not nearly as intense as my ass muscles are making it seem (seriously, I am in more pain than I was once after trying to roller skate on a lead floor), I'm still fairly proud of myself. Considering that on a normal day this summer, the extent of my exercise has been to do a kind of half-crunch on the sofa in order to simultaneously read and eat a quesadilla. Looking back on the summer with...let's see...four days before school starts, it probably would have been a good idea to do more of that ass-hurting stuff. But in fact, there are several things that would have been good ideas. Even in the relatively short span of time that was the backpacking trip. I.e., getting out of the glacial lake before nearly catching hypothermia would have been a good choice on my part. Or, in the case of my sister, not throwing leaves over one's shoulder, pretending to be getting married. (My sister chose to do this while hiking on a crumbly trail on the edge of a mountain, which resulted in her sliding off the trail and having to be rescued by our friend's dad.) Possibly the worst ideas I had on the trip were those in which I chose to eat things like Soy Jerky and Instant Peach Cobbler.

But hey, all that was more than made up for by going to Duke's yesterday upon returning to Seattle, and eating obscene amounts of food, then watching the whole camping group gradually collapse into hysterics in the restaurant (exactly why, I can't remember); then coming home and getting my fix of Brotherhood 2.0 and Frasier. Those were all, without a doubt, good ideas.

A final thought: backpacking has got to make you poop less. Seriously, I was out in the boonies for four days and only pooped once.

(Yeah, like you all wanted to know that.)