Shakin' that booty all the way to Jupiter

It's been a while. A looooonnngg while. And while I could be referring to any new blog appearance since um, well I don't even remember when, I'm actually referring to any movement of the boot-ay significant enough to render me a sight-to-be-seen attempting to go down the stairs.

We won't go into the details of my debut appearance at the super dooper butt-abs-thighs pilates class the other night (other than to say that 10" excersize balls, stretchy bands and yours truly are NOT, I repeat NOT friends ... even if I did manage to succeed in providing thoroughly entertaining free laughs to all the other class veterans), but I finally DID manage to finally get back to the "hills" this weekend for a bit of much needed Alpine air.

While never a simply walk in the park, once upon a time Alpine walks would leave me invigorated, tan, and full of athletic pride as I "lept" over the rocks, through the creeks, into the grasses ... and past my fellow hikers.

Today, a little Alpine walk up to the Lacs de Jovet (Lakes of Jupiter) left me invigorated, burnt, shaky and exhausted as I stumbled over rocks, drank thirstily from creeks, collapsed in the grasses ... and was passed by my fellow hikers. If ever there were doubt, I am officially out of shape ... but loving getting back into it.