When we left Jamestown we had a strong conviction that we were absolutely going to stay in shape. We weren't going to let the cruising lifestyle impact our fitness. We were going to come back in better shape than we left. Bikes, yoga mats and blocks, multiple hand weights, tennis racquets, and pickleball paddles were meticulously placed in locations of honor - not buried in some inconvenient hold. After all, they were going to be used every day.
Well, you probably know the rest of the story. Life gets in the way; cruising gets in the way. We wake up, have breakfast, give Millie a walk, check the engine, review the route, check the weather, and get underway. Nope - you didn't hear anything remotely connected to fitness unless giving Millie a walk qualifies.
When we get to our destination we pretty much reverse the process: put the boat to bed, plan the next day's trip, look at the weather, and if it gets to 5:00 before fitness happens - forget it. The exceptions can be the "Chrisy days" - the days when the boat doesn't move. The bikes come out, the yoga mats see the light of day and we get a little workout.
Today we tried to make up for it all at once. Chrisy took a speed walk. She's actually very direct with how she communicates this. "I'm taking a walk." Which means, "you're not invited because you slow me down." Ok - Ok - I get it. In that case - "I'm going for a run." That's right, Roger went for a run. It doesn't happen very often, but it has been known to occur. Roger made it an entire mile and Chrisy probably doubled that. Following the respective run/walk, was a 45-minute slow flow, Dennis Morton yoga session, followed by a 10-minute hand weight session. Roger was done and Chrisy finished up with god knows what. Maybe we should work on some moderation.
I almost forgot to add a little something about our visit from the Royal Canadian Mounted Police AND the US Coast Guard. I guess with the price of gas they decided to coordinate their hassling of boaters. These guys have an amazing ability to board boats at the most inopportune time. In 2013 just as we were about to dock in Charleston, SC - fenders and lines out - 200 yards to go - the SC state police decided to pay us a visit. Yesterday, just as we were entering a very narrow channel with tons of rock and current all over the place, they decided to ask about our cruising intentions and how many firearms we have on board. Fortunately, it was a quick process and we were on our way.
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