Just one of my regular workouts, but with video clips taken.
Thursday, May 13, 2021
Thursday, February 18, 2021
Viking
I'm still here. I've hardly ever been posting here anymore for lack of time, and being chronically fatigued, which I hate. But others would probably be far worse off... it's usually workout in the morning, and later riding to the park to look after my little furry people.
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| Sadly, this handsome ginger I called Viking has been missing since Jan. 2nd :( |
The local dictatorship extended the lockdown several times - I've lost count of how many times, first it was until Midwinter, then January 10th, then end of January, then February 14th, now March 7th... so yeah, my gym remains closed - but I sure haven't missed a single day of workout all winter!
Even in the rain, and in the snow as well, and when the monstrous deepfreeze came just over a week ago, which fortunately has ended now. Only on those coldest days did I even wear gloves to exercise on the cold metal bars. It only made me hardier than ever, even though I'm not built for the cold. Amid all this madness, with all governments using that plague as an excuse to go full totalitarian, at least it made me discover what I'm capable of, and it drove me outdoors even more than ever.
It's sad that my traveling days may very likely be over, due to that plague - and by plague I'm actually referring more to the restrictions and harassment that has been put in place using the actual disease as an excuse. I may never see Belfast again, or even Amsterdam, in this lifetime. It's best to stay under the radar as much as possible and avoid places and situations where such harassment is applied.
I may even lose my gym membership permanently, if the dictatorships go ahead with requirements for vaccination IDs and such shenanigans, which I will never have.
I sometimes wish I had some support, but I only have the little furry people.
I recently found this Viking guy on Youtube, and I wish I had some friends like him. I've come to like watching his videos, in which he's usually out in the Norwegian wilderness by himself, talking about his thoughts on the global situation. He definitely is a voice of reason amidst all this insanity. Like myself he doesn't have a smartphone - he got rid of his, while myself I've never had one - and like myself he takes refuge in Nature. Here's a random pick of his more recent videos.
The world could definitely use more people like him, who see through all this chicanery that has been put in place. We must draw our line in the sand, as he said, and stand our ground.
Tuesday, November 3, 2020
Lockdown exercise videos...
...screw that, I ain't doing no lockdown. LOL
All summer I had paused my gym membership; after being forced to work out mainly outdoors back in spring I found that it was going great for me and so I stuck with it until October.
And now I'm back at it already, because my gym got closed again.
Today, only in the backyard, so I decided to record a few clips of it.
After finishing my workout I rode to the park again to visit my fluffy family.
Number of days I've stayed at home this year: 0
My gym may be closed, but the great outdoors is always open!
Saturday, June 13, 2020
Photo session with Bumpy
Lately I was so lucky to have these beautiful photos taken of us; that's mostly me and Bumpy; last one is of Rosso - not together, that wouldn't have worked since they both are alpha males with different territories and don't tolerate each other.
Things are not great right now at the park, with the water level catastrophically low and the municipality not giving a shit. And just shortly after successfully rescuing two of Rosso's babies, as I related in the previous entry, sadly I had to bury one of them, the little Golden One.
But fortunately Bumpy and Rosso are fine, Rosso no longer limping on three legs but his injury finally healed by now, and there are also some few surviving babies - as well as new ones whom I haven't even seen yet. Two big adults both of whom I had deemed to be male turned up pregnant, and both have given birth in the past week, which I can only tell from seeing that the two, Biggie and Brownie, are no longer pregnant. The new babies are probably still staying in a nest on the island hopefully staying safe.
But fortunately Bumpy and Rosso are fine, Rosso no longer limping on three legs but his injury finally healed by now, and there are also some few surviving babies - as well as new ones whom I haven't even seen yet. Two big adults both of whom I had deemed to be male turned up pregnant, and both have given birth in the past week, which I can only tell from seeing that the two, Biggie and Brownie, are no longer pregnant. The new babies are probably still staying in a nest on the island hopefully staying safe.
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| My beautiful Bumpy |
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| Kissy for Bumpy |
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| Cutest thing ever how Bumpy is holding his hand, like he's imitating me, so adorable! |
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| ...and a kissy for Rosso too. |
Wednesday, May 13, 2020
Rescue of abducted babies
I had a not-so-great time at the park on Saturday. I had met that photographer again, I'll call him R., a kind man who always brings lots of treats when he visits the little fluffies. We had found Rosso - poor Rosso who has been injured once more for three weeks now and is limping on three legs and only slowly getting a bit better, Rosso who broke his teeth back in December so I had to bring him food every day then. About three weeks later his teeth had grown back and he was fine; sadly his injured forelimb seems to take longer to heal now.
So for what happened on Saturday, while my attention was on Rosso, R. alerted me to a group of people on the opposite side of the water he had spotted carrying away a nutria. I jumped on my bike and rode around the lake to intercept them. I found them settled for some picnic, but they had two nutrias with them, both babies from Black Mommy's nest, the brown one and a black one.
I confronted them and they claimed they were just feeding them - they were indeed giving them some twigs with green leaves, but while a man was firmly holding the black baby with both hands, in the way you put your hands around someone's throat if you want to choke them. A woman held the brown baby which kept escaping twice.
I talked to them for a while, they were Italian and didn't speak English very well, and asked me about where I'm from and so on. Eventually they decided to leave and let the babies go. Both quickly made it into the pond, but they were away from their home place and seemed lost and disoriented, and I felt responsible for returning them home.
I managed to catch the brown one quite easily although some idiot with his kid was bothering me. (He was offended that I ignored his kid who was babbling to me in German, while I was obviously busy with more important problems.)
I brought the nutria baby back to the shrubbery by the BBQ place where they live and returned to do the same with his black sibling, which turned out much more difficult though. I even took off my shoes and waded into the lake, but the poor baby was so scared and kept escaping. R. was watching from the far side where he had stayed, and warned me it wasn't safe for the baby to swim into the center, since there are some very large fish in the water. To no avail, the baby swam all the way to the opposite side, so I rode back around. I found him back, having climbed out of the water, and I managed to distract him with some food and then to quickly snatch him up so I could bring him home. It pained me so much how scared he was. I held him close to my heart and, still barefoot, walked him over where I let him slip into the shrubbery to rejoin his siblings. R. and I went back there to check on them, and they were at ease now in their familiar location, coming to us again without fear.
Rosso also came back there once more - he's their daddy.
So it ended well but left me feeling very bruised and worried. I have no idea if those people would have let them go without my intervention, or what their intentions might have been, but in any case it was horrible enough of them to displace the babies from their home; they might or might not have eventually found their way back on their own, but straying around disoriented would certainly have put them at risk of severe exhaustion and more vulnerable to predators. What if R. and I hadn't been there at the right time? It's so awful that I can't ever be at peace, always having to worry that some idiots might do some shit to my beloved animals while I'm absent.
It's troubling enough that these days the water level of the pond is really low, and since it's artificial, the sides are vertical stones in most places, and the nutrias now have a hard time climbing out, especially the small babies as well as the injured ones, like Rosso, who can use only his left hand to pull himself up. There hasn't been much rain lately. Only on Sunday I worked out in the rain, which I didn't mind since it wasn't overly cold then, but the rain didn't last long, but instead the weather has turned freezing cold since yesterday (Monday), but no more rain.
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| Rosso, sitting with feet sprawled out sideways, so cute. He still can't use his right hand. |
I confronted them and they claimed they were just feeding them - they were indeed giving them some twigs with green leaves, but while a man was firmly holding the black baby with both hands, in the way you put your hands around someone's throat if you want to choke them. A woman held the brown baby which kept escaping twice.
I talked to them for a while, they were Italian and didn't speak English very well, and asked me about where I'm from and so on. Eventually they decided to leave and let the babies go. Both quickly made it into the pond, but they were away from their home place and seemed lost and disoriented, and I felt responsible for returning them home.
I managed to catch the brown one quite easily although some idiot with his kid was bothering me. (He was offended that I ignored his kid who was babbling to me in German, while I was obviously busy with more important problems.)
I brought the nutria baby back to the shrubbery by the BBQ place where they live and returned to do the same with his black sibling, which turned out much more difficult though. I even took off my shoes and waded into the lake, but the poor baby was so scared and kept escaping. R. was watching from the far side where he had stayed, and warned me it wasn't safe for the baby to swim into the center, since there are some very large fish in the water. To no avail, the baby swam all the way to the opposite side, so I rode back around. I found him back, having climbed out of the water, and I managed to distract him with some food and then to quickly snatch him up so I could bring him home. It pained me so much how scared he was. I held him close to my heart and, still barefoot, walked him over where I let him slip into the shrubbery to rejoin his siblings. R. and I went back there to check on them, and they were at ease now in their familiar location, coming to us again without fear.
Rosso also came back there once more - he's their daddy.
So it ended well but left me feeling very bruised and worried. I have no idea if those people would have let them go without my intervention, or what their intentions might have been, but in any case it was horrible enough of them to displace the babies from their home; they might or might not have eventually found their way back on their own, but straying around disoriented would certainly have put them at risk of severe exhaustion and more vulnerable to predators. What if R. and I hadn't been there at the right time? It's so awful that I can't ever be at peace, always having to worry that some idiots might do some shit to my beloved animals while I'm absent.
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| The golden brown baby with two black siblings. I don't know which one of the black ones I saved, there are two more. |
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| Daddy Rosso with one of his babies. |
It's troubling enough that these days the water level of the pond is really low, and since it's artificial, the sides are vertical stones in most places, and the nutrias now have a hard time climbing out, especially the small babies as well as the injured ones, like Rosso, who can use only his left hand to pull himself up. There hasn't been much rain lately. Only on Sunday I worked out in the rain, which I didn't mind since it wasn't overly cold then, but the rain didn't last long, but instead the weather has turned freezing cold since yesterday (Monday), but no more rain.
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| Two other tiny babies down in the shallow water. How to possibly climb up that high "curb"? |
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| I brought some stones to build "stairs" for them. |
Thursday, March 26, 2020
The Bog Gym
Long hours spent outdoors again, as it ought to be. But although I haven't had any trouble so far, it's hard to ignore a certain feeling of being persecuted, or at least at the brink of it. A veritable maze of construction fence has come up around the outdoor "gym" at the park over the past week or so, yesterday I saw two guys working out there anyway, so there must be a way in but I haven't further pursued it, as I'd be very uncomfortable with the risk of possibly having my workout disrupted. After all, I still know a nice alternative. It's up in the woods, the horizontal ladder thing and the double bars are at separate locations, about half a mile apart. I had both places all to myself.
I don't mind that this thing is rusty, or that the ground underneath is a swamp.I love the woods and the outdoors, and I'm used to being alone, and don't care if people probably think I'm some dirty homeless girl, as I'm usually mud stained. This is my way of life.
I had a great day. Got myself lost in the woods a bit on a long ride to get to the park from there, which actually is in the opposite direction from home. I probably rode 25 miles in all today. I saw a few people on horseback in the woods, and many others cycling and hiking, and I'm glad they're still coming out, I even felt a sense of friendly solidarity between them all: "We're the ones who decided not to be bullied into staying at home."
At the park I met two friends again, one at a time - two human ones, besides my many little furry friends there. Basically, I have nothing to complain about right now, even with my gym closed.
And yet, back home and especially at night, that sense of threat is washing over me again. I didn't expect that my gym was actually going to close until it happened, pretty much without warning. What else might happen?
No, I'm not worried about the virus itself, but about "the powers that be," and what more tyranny they might be plotting next. And I can't shake the feeling of being a scapegoat: "It's people like you who keep stubbornly insisting on their freedom who have caused this virus to emerge and to spread."
Not me alone, but "people like me." The free thinkers, the rebels, the ones who refuse to be herded like sheep.
That's why I've been riding to the park every day again lately, although it costs me a fortune (in carrots) and I'm pretty broke. But I need the company and affection now that I get in return from my sweet little familiars.
I don't mind that this thing is rusty, or that the ground underneath is a swamp.I love the woods and the outdoors, and I'm used to being alone, and don't care if people probably think I'm some dirty homeless girl, as I'm usually mud stained. This is my way of life.
I had a great day. Got myself lost in the woods a bit on a long ride to get to the park from there, which actually is in the opposite direction from home. I probably rode 25 miles in all today. I saw a few people on horseback in the woods, and many others cycling and hiking, and I'm glad they're still coming out, I even felt a sense of friendly solidarity between them all: "We're the ones who decided not to be bullied into staying at home."
At the park I met two friends again, one at a time - two human ones, besides my many little furry friends there. Basically, I have nothing to complain about right now, even with my gym closed.
And yet, back home and especially at night, that sense of threat is washing over me again. I didn't expect that my gym was actually going to close until it happened, pretty much without warning. What else might happen?
No, I'm not worried about the virus itself, but about "the powers that be," and what more tyranny they might be plotting next. And I can't shake the feeling of being a scapegoat: "It's people like you who keep stubbornly insisting on their freedom who have caused this virus to emerge and to spread."
Not me alone, but "people like me." The free thinkers, the rebels, the ones who refuse to be herded like sheep.
That's why I've been riding to the park every day again lately, although it costs me a fortune (in carrots) and I'm pretty broke. But I need the company and affection now that I get in return from my sweet little familiars.
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| Bumpy |
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| Sleepy-Eyes |
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| Rosso |
Tuesday, March 17, 2020
Workout at the park from now on...
So it really has come to this, very suddenly and without warning. I'd have had no idea if a friend hadn't told me on Facebook the other night - but yesterday was my last workout there for a long time now, as it's closed now for at least a month due to the CoViD-19 scare. And I've never been away from the gym for longer than 6 days at the most, when I was either traveling or very ill.
I think this is a bad decision. Because young and healthy people are no longer worrying at all about the virus now, but instead they're very worried for their freedom - well, in fact I don't really know about any other young and healthy people, but it seems natural to me to feel this way. If I do get ill, damn, I've had the flu numerous times before in my life. I'm unlikely to die from this, but even if I should die, I know I'll die anyway - everyone does, it's not a matter of if but only of when, and it's beyond me why so many people are in stubborn denial of this fact.
But whether in this life or in the hereafter, freedom is what always matters most in all of existence!
So I'll have to use the workout bars at the park for a long time now, or up in the woods, and go running, etc. Fortunately I know a few such outdoor workout spots, and I have some limited equipment myself. And praise Satan, it's spring now, so being outdoors even more will be much less problematic.
I have dumbbells and an EZ bar with weights, a chin-up bar, and today I ordered a set of workout slings on eBay. Stairs, logs and rocks can be used, and hills, of course. I'll get by somehow.
Maybe it's the sunny and milder weather, but I was surprised how busy it's been downtown and at the park these past three days.
I think this is a bad decision. Because young and healthy people are no longer worrying at all about the virus now, but instead they're very worried for their freedom - well, in fact I don't really know about any other young and healthy people, but it seems natural to me to feel this way. If I do get ill, damn, I've had the flu numerous times before in my life. I'm unlikely to die from this, but even if I should die, I know I'll die anyway - everyone does, it's not a matter of if but only of when, and it's beyond me why so many people are in stubborn denial of this fact.
But whether in this life or in the hereafter, freedom is what always matters most in all of existence!
So I'll have to use the workout bars at the park for a long time now, or up in the woods, and go running, etc. Fortunately I know a few such outdoor workout spots, and I have some limited equipment myself. And praise Satan, it's spring now, so being outdoors even more will be much less problematic.
I have dumbbells and an EZ bar with weights, a chin-up bar, and today I ordered a set of workout slings on eBay. Stairs, logs and rocks can be used, and hills, of course. I'll get by somehow.
Maybe it's the sunny and milder weather, but I was surprised how busy it's been downtown and at the park these past three days.
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| Mason bees on my balcony, being really busy too. LOL |
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