Mind, Body, Spirit

Snowy path along the Yellowstone River at sunrise

I went for a jog this morning. Just to get it done and out of the way so I could justify the rest of the day.  There was a time when I ran, a lot.  But, the persistent pavement pounding took a toll on my knees.  I eventually gave it up.  My exercise routine was eventually replaced with a ski machine (ok), an exercise bike (so-so), Bowflex and light free weights.  Better than nothing but mentally vacant. Last year, I bought a pair of running shoes.  Now, I run once, maybe twice a week, just for a little variety. Any more and my knees remind me of the past.  Given a choice, I prefer hiking, it's like an outdoor stair stepper with visual stimulation.

I took this quirky little test…
to find out what I already knew...
neither exists without the other

You Are Body
You're the type of person who doesn't feel good mentally unless you feel good physically.
Whenever you're feeling frustrated or depressed, you get moving. It does wonders for you.

You believe that taking care of your body is the best way to improve your quality of life.
A healthy body equals a happy mind. Feeling strong makes you confident!

Which leads to conditioning.  Something most fisherman don't think about.  Topher Browne, in his book "Atlantic Salmon Magic", addressed the topic with a section titled -- the fitness factor.  Salmon fishing, at least in some areas it seems, requires a good deal of strength and stamina.

The run of the mill day spent casually strolling along the trout stream, not so much.  When I fish local water, it's not a dawn to dark siege.  It's relaxation and contemplation.  I take a short walk, sit, observe, cast a little.  Continue.  Good for the mind, but the body?  After a string of days on the river I start to feel like a slug.

Fishing alpine lakes is another matter.  It usually involves hiking several miles and gaining thousands of feet in elevation. By the time that I've reached the high country cirques, the long hike has satisfied my body's need for exercise, the scenery has fed my soul.  My mind is ready to take on the maybe not so wily trout.  And then, there's the hike out.

But, hiking season is still a ways off.  In the meantime, I've served my daily penance.  Now that I've done something…. I can head to the river!