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Never in my life did I think the word vacation and the word fitness would enter into the same sentence together. Strike that. I guess I could have made an allowance if the word “from” was placed neatly in the middle. Vacation Fitness? How about Retirement Grindstone? Or Freedom Iron Shackles while we’re at it?
Names of my new metal band aside, Lo! Behold! Vacation and Fitness hath occupied the same universe in these very last weeks, and it be a wonder to behold.
My family hitched down to Ecuador over the Christmas break. We ate. We slept. We stared into space. We stayed somewhere with no internet, just a Llama and a guy named Juan as our connection to the outside world. We slowed down.
Now, this is where things get interesting. In the midst of this slowed down existence, I noticed something strange. Opportunities for natural movement exercise came, and I was excited — actually excited — to take them. Rather new for me. I’ll let the slideshow take it from here.
So there you have it folks. Vacation. Fitness. They said it couldn't be done (well, I did, at least). But Lo, in these latter times, it hath come to pass.