This Post Has Nothing To Do With Rock Climbing

Sometimes Gracefully

Sometimes Gracefully

Sometimes Gracefully

Contrary to the rock structure that appears in the background of these photos, Darebear and I do not rock climb. We haven’t “taken up” rock climbing, nor have we fondly remembered moments rock climbing in our middle-school gym classes. On our walk around Minneapolis the other day, Darrin spotted this rock wall and said, “Let’s take some pictures here!”. So we did. My arms are currently just too weak for rock climbing. Sorry if I led you astray.

But speaking of having weak arms, I discovered that I lack all upper body strength at the gym yesterday morning. It’s embarrassing enough to have to change the weight levels on the triceps machine from 80 lbs to 10 lbs, but when you also let out an accidental groan as your rep becomes too difficult to complete, your dignity is completely lost. I tried to play the groan off as a “I just need to clear my throat” kind of moment, so I did a few “eh hem”s and even walked over to the drinking fountain for the complete effect, but the undergraduate boys were not buying it. I received a few stares…one guy moved to another machine…sorry I’ve got weak triceps, ya punks.

Speaking of receiving awkward stares, I literally almost ran into a bald eagle that same morning on my jog home from the gym.Β We’ve got a great view of a huge bald eagle’s nest from our apartment living room. Over looking the river, the nest houses a few baby eagles and two big mama and papa eagles who are frequently swooping and flapping around our apartment complex. I don’t know why this eagle was sitting casually along the side of the road, staring at me, Β but I didn’t notice him until I was just a few feet away from his post. I stopped jogging to stare back at him while he stared at me, which resulted in a strange staring contest between me and our nation’s most iconic bird. He either became bored with my presence or I won the staring contest {I prefer the latter} because after a few seconds he flapped his ginormous wings and flew into the tree above me. Crazy, right?! The last staring contest I had with an animal was with a squirrel in the middle of the road. I was driving my car, soΒ I suppose I had a bit of an advantage. The poor little rodent scurried like the dickens up into the nearest tree.

So there you have it! The morning in a nutshell: weak arms, groans, and stares {from both humans and non-humans alike}. Maybe the eagle ended our staredown because he felt intimidated by the strength I had gained at the gym just an hour before our encounter? I’ll grab another slice of this pizza that we’re having for dinner and go with that interpretation. πŸ˜‰



  • Reply haley May 20, 2014 at 10:21 pm

    haha loving your honesty about weak arms. I feel the same wayβ€”they never get strong no matter what I do!
    Your smile is so cuteβ€”glad I stumbled upon your blog tonight πŸ™‚

    Colour Me Classic

    • Reply Grace Beekman May 21, 2014 at 10:01 am

      Glad you stopped by, girly! Weak arms unite! πŸ˜‰

  • Reply Sarah Heckle May 21, 2014 at 6:45 am

    I don’t have upper body strength either. I can do 10 lbs …. MAYBE 15 on a good day πŸ™‚ I’m loving this sporty-but-cute outfit!

  • Reply jennifer prod May 21, 2014 at 4:02 pm

    almost ran into a bald eagle? i giggled as i read about it, and i’m pretty sure the experience was worth it for the good story you got πŸ™‚

  • Reply Mon May 21, 2014 at 10:22 pm

    love the necklace+skirt combo.

    come check me out!
    mon |

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