Hike and Bike to Rivendell

Haus Meister still has the helm of our virtual map, navigating our workout mileage toward the fictional motivator, Rivendell.

It’s motivating for me, anyway, but kind of odd because he’s doing all the work right now.  I moved the rowing machine across the basement one day.  Oh yes, and I got 120 strokes in once before the toddler yell was heard to start the day.

Another 42.5 miles added to our goal. According to our virtual atlas….

As of today, we’re at mile 247.4.  At mile 200 we reached Weathertop, which has a lot more significance in “The Fellowship of the Ring.” Now we’re between it and the Ford of Bruinen, which again, has a lot more significance in FoTR.

Mile 246: “Continue east. Camp. Weather Hills still visible on the western horizon.”

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Row/Hike/Walk/Bike to Rivendell

Welcome to this installment of the family workout goal of doing something (rowing machine, hiking, biking, walking, whatever) until we reach the same number of miles from Bag End to Rivendell!

Or the same number of miles that it would be… if those places were real….

Haus Meister has the helm right now and thanks to a lot of hiking and mountain biking he’s done lately with his Trail Life troop or after work, we can add 52 miles to our goal. All his miles plus a 3 mile walk we did as a family today definitely brings us out past our last milestone!

At the last milestone we had reached mile 149.89, “Camping due south of the Midgewater Marshes.”

According to our virtual atlas….

As of today, we’re at mile 204.9.  At mile 200 we reached Weathertop, which has a lot more significance in “The Fellowship of the Ring.” For Bilbo Baggins travelling with the Dwarves, well, not so much.

Row to Rivendell

Yes, we’re still rowing!  I knew it had been a long while since my last post on this subject, but I hadn’t realized the last post was in July! Fortunately we have managed despite a grueling schedule to get 36.2 miles worth of rowing in on the machine since the last check-in.  This puts us at 141.38 total miles.

According to our virtual atlas….

On our journey from Bag End to Rivendell, we’ve reached the milestone 137 “Continue east-southeast at a comfortable pace. Weather nice.” We are approaching milestone 143: “Road curves more to the east. Marshes fill all the northern horizon.”

Drat the Midgewater Marshes.  As I’ve said previously, this is our third attempt to “get to Rivendell” and we have never passed the “Marshes” yet.  Well, let’s see where we are at the next check-in!

Rowing to Rivendell–made it to Bree!

 

Thank you, Google Images

Thank you, Google Images

 

Due to visiting company, the snooze button, or campouts, the row to Rivendell was a bit shorter this time around. In the past two weeks we managed together to row 19.63 miles. Adding that to the 70.88 miles logged already…

Total miles rowed: 90.51

According to our virtual atlas….

At mile 85: Reach Bree. Stay at The Prancing Pony. Spend a late evening. By Mile 91: Camp next to a trail leading north into the Chetwood on Bree-hill. Getting close now to those pesky Midgewater Marshes, which is usually where I’ve petered out on previous workout attempts. Not this time!

Row, row, rowing again

Thank you, Google images

Thank you, Google images

Remember that about two years ago now we began “rowing to Rivendell,” meaning that we were going to be working on our rowing machine and tracking our progress by taking a virtual trip to Rivendell? Well, it’s been a while. But now we’re back at it again!

It began last Saturday when I was pouting that we never seemed to have time or energy or both in the evenings to go downstairs and do even 10 minutes of rowing. Realizing that the kiddos had been sleeping in all summer, I decided then and there to set my alarm (!) and get up (!!) and row in the mornings (!!!). The beginning was inauspicious. I awoke at 5:30am Sunday to Haus Meister bringing my phone out from under my pillow and holding it out to me. “Your alarm is going off,” he said, wryly amused that my alarm woke HIM up but not ME. “Oh, thanks. I’m going to row,” I added. He thought for a second and decided to join me, and from that came a new morning routine that is doing us both a lot of good.

In addition to 5 miles rowed during my recent pregnancy (ever see a 7-month pregnant woman on a rowing machine? It’s ludicrous–if that woman is me, anyway!), we managed to get 20.88 more miles rowed between us this week. Since last time then, it’s been a total of 25.88 miles rowed.

Total miles rowed: 70.88

According to our virtual atlas, we’ve barely passed the next milestone on the road east: “To the south the Old Forest ends.”

We’re about 19 miles from Bree.

Probably should have hired a pony. 😉

 

Rowing to Rivendell–stuck in the Brandywine?

at-the-door

Ok, so my rowing this week was dismal. 1.4 miles. I don’t even feel like looking at the virtual atlas because I can guess I either just crossed the Brandywine Bridge (remember, this is following the footsteps of Bilbo, not Frodo, so I didn’t need to use Buckleberry Ferry. :)) OR I’m stuck treading water in the Brandywine River. However, I wanted to record it for the next go-round, although I cannot imagine I will do much rowing before Thanksgiving and definitely not during. ;)***Update: according to the virtual atlas, after mile 45 Cross the Bridge. Road to Buckland goes south. Pass the High Hay.

About today’s blog picture–it’s a spoiler for the new movie coming out next month. I found it on my hobbit blog wanderings, because occasionally I indulge in Tolkien related frivolity that way. Also, I like spoilers. Anyway, I had to laugh looking at this picture. Thorin so obviously has that key of his at the ready and the way the Dwarves are all lined up I can guess they’re in front of what they think is the secret entrance into the Mountain. Just waiting for the thrush to show up and knock on the stone, or wondering if it is really Durin’s Day. Balin seems pretty sure. I imagine Bilbo is around the corner watching the thrush attack a snail and saying, “Um, no, guys, it’s really over here. Trust me.” Because didn’t Gandalf say that dwarf doors were difficult to find and if their makers forgot where they left them, then there’d be no finding them again?

And that’s my random Tolkien related frivolity for the day before I go do something useful, like mop my floors, do the dishes, or for goodness’ sake–ROW.