In the year of a 37 years old – a year in review

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14. May 2016 by swissfitchick

It is said that birthdays are an ideal point in time to look back and reflect, to set new goals and create a positive lookout to the year ahead.

Birthday Birthday

You know how I fly with things that are recommended or said – I usually walk away from hype or commercial activities unless it involves CrossFit. I like to do my own thing – though I must say I gave in to the police in regards to my parking spots …. after 4 tickets in one week I`ve come to accept that the power is in their hands. I hate to admit it, but it clearly is the wrong place to rebel and carry my stubborn head. “Forbidden parking spot, Ms. Pfaendler”.  I merely nodded and obeyed coyly. (WHO AM I) “adulting” at its very finest. I still hate to follow rules which I don’t understand – just to be clear here –  why rebelling seems to be tatooed on my genes. Sigh.

Pass Drive, Swiss Alps, November 2013

Pass Drive, Swiss Alps, November 2013

Lookout, Nerja, Andalusia Spain, October 2015

Lookout, Nerja, Andalusia Spain, October 2015

But anyway,  I generally live the positivity I preach, yet I am not a huge fan of goals. In all seriousness, what’s the point in imaging my life in ten years – I have no fuckin’ clue what I`m going to be doin then`, or if i`ll even be alive – and I honestly don’t want to spend my time thinking about the future. Or the past, that is. Ain’t no one got time for regrets. Regrets are useless and the best recipe for frustration. In fact, I do set short time goals in training, work and traveling – but all those are free from a deadline. I don’t like deadlines. I don’t even like the word ‘deadline’. It’s an ugly word. I mean, who really wants to hit a deadline? That sounds just wrong and horribly morbid.

Tiny Luce, Basel, 1983

Tiny Luce, Basel, 1983 (damn I want that jacket)

Direction Smile, flea market Basel, May 2016

Direction Smile, flea market Basel, May 2016

But today – almost a week after my birthday – I`m breaking this rule and looking back to my year as a 37 years old because it was an interesting one.

Because last year, I spent my 37th birthday half-naked at a pool in Las Vegas. (Insert censored naked boob pic here)

I told you it was interesting. The Cesar Palace it was, to be exact and yes, I was half-naked. It was legal … honest. Laura didn’t follow and kept her top on which, given the mood, just wasn’t right. Not right.

Birthday Night Out in Vegas, May 9th 2015

Birthday Night Out in Vegas, May 9th 2015

Sisters from another Mister, Laura and Lucie, New Years Eve 2015, San Diego California

Sisters from another Mister, Laura and Lucie, New Years Eve 2015, San Diego California

The rest of this birthday month was spent cruising, training and hanging around Californian beaches until I could give the Indians a run for their money with my tanned bits. I remember sitting next to an Asian guy on my way back home and he was so white, I couldn’t help but imagine him glowing in the dark. He`d`ve given Caspar a shock, no kiddin’. I’m pretty sure we looked fairly awkward next to each other. I`m still kickin` myself that I didn’t ask him for a selfie.

Avalon Beach, Catalina Island California, January 2016

Avalon Beach, Catalina Island California, January 2016

Streetart and Construction Site, Iceland Reykjavk, May 2015

Streetart embracing the construction site, Iceland Reykjavk, May 2015

Stairs to Ocean, Ocean Beach San Diego, California, May 2015

Stairway to Ocean, Ocean Beach San Diego, California, May 2015

Right, in order to keep my work count in check, I`ll fast forward – I came back home and officially started my job at CrossFit Basel and kept up training, now that`s hardly a surprise, is it. Besides the usual training routine, I practised skills…and skills….and then … some more skills.

As we know by now, I tend to be very stubborn and dedicated if I see the end result somewhere on the horizon. And even if it takes me a year to get there, I couldn’t care less.  So this year as a 37 year old, I nailed Toes to Bar, Handstand Push Ups scaled (still so bad, fuckin’ell), Handstand Hold, Handstand Walk, Butterfly Pull-Ups, scaled Bar Muscle Up and I even made some progress in my weakest of weaknesses, the Olympic Lifting.

Walk the walk, Basel, April 2016

Walk the walk, Basel, April 2016

Handstand and Smile, Bondi Graffiti Wall, Sydney January 2016

Handstand and Smile, Bondi Graffiti Wall, Sydney January 2016

Push Jerk PR 62.5kg, CrossFit Basel, 2016

Push Jerk PR 62.5kg, CrossFit Basel, 2016

I worked a lot and loved it. I travelled some more and loved it too. I got all the sass and some more, because on sass I roll. In fact, this week I went to a birthday party and one of the girls there, who hasn’t seen me in about 6 years couldn’t stop staring at me in awe, as she said. She remembered a skinny, quiet, anxious girl with terrible posture, cigarettes and eating fingernails and what not. I know this does not sound like me at all, but it’s the truth. I`ve never been a plain Jane, but I was clearly disordered and this completely dimmed my energy back in the day – my energy is in full force today (thanks to me, I’d appreciate a little less at times) – pimped with my recklessness, some confidence  and, well, sass.

Palm Beach, Waiheke Island, New Zealand, February 2016

Palm Beach, Waiheke Island, New Zealand, February 2016

Sneaker Love - Birthday Present to me

Sneaker Love – Birthday Present to me

Skully at half-mast, harbour of Basel, May 2016

Skulls at half-mast, harbour of Basel, May 2016

I found a balance with nutrition and training, with my body and my mind. This was the biggest step in the year of a 37 year old. During my second big trip this year – two months in California, Sydney and New Zealand – I stopped counting and measuring anything apart from the weights I lift and the reps I smash. I especially never count the glasses of wine I had, because WHY? Wine fullfills all my nutritional needs (in a perfect world…) so why bother. Plus, turning down New Zealand wine is a crime. Rhyme. But in all honesty. They really do produce some really woeful shite down there. I`d pour it on chips ahead of vinegar!

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Beer Tasting, Ocean Beach San Diego, California, May 2015

Beer Tasting, Ocean Beach San Diego, California, May 2015

Rotoroa Island, New Zealand, February 2016

Rotoroa Island, New Zealand, February 2016

Opera House Stairs, Sydney, January 2016

Opera House Stairs, Sydney, January 2016

Wine always makes me digress, so ignore me. The point I was going to address is that I am physically and mentally in my best shape ever. You might have figured that posts about food have become way less frequent than they used to be, and the only reason is that I don’t give that much of a shit no more – plus I simply forget – sometimes to eat, or sometimes WHAT I ate. Must be age or dementia … or both. I love food and I eat healthy and whole foods whenever possible, but I eat when I am hungry and I don’t eat when I’m not. I follow my body’s signals, which works 90% of the time. I don’t know my bodyweight and I don’t care. Going by my clothes, I am the same size for almost two years and it’s a shape and size I feel great with – especially at the age of 38. Since listening to my body and stopping obsessing over food and training, I have no overtraining issues, no stomach pain, no frustration and no relapses anymore. Self Five.

High Five

Selfie. CrossFit Basel, May 2016

Selfie. CrossFit Basel, May 2016

Outdoor Bar, Ocean Beach Pier, San Diego California, May 2015

Outdoor Bar, Ocean Beach Pier, San Diego California, May 2015

In the year of a 37 years old, I was shunned by a few critics/enviers who somehow didn’t seem to like the way I live – not that it would affect their lives or be any of their business, yet they obviously felt the need to let me know how immature and inefficient my unconventional way of life was. Cool bananas, I continue to live careless and immature. Sorry … um NOT.

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Racing for images, Harbour of Basel, May 2015

Racing for images, Harbour of Basel, May 2015

#LifeonaBike, Harbour of Basel, May 2016

#LifeonaBike, Harbour of Basel, May 2016

In the life of a 38 year old, I`m not changing the things that`ve worked so far – not one iota. I`ll continue to take care of my loved ones, because they deserve everything – following truly and faithfully along my strange and crazy shenanigans throughout all those years. That’s a real effort, Babes. I ain’t no joke. And I can say that I get to call some of the most amazing, smart, brilliant, funny and fantastic people from all over the world my friends.

Sandbox Buddies

Sandbox Buddies

Friends

Side by side

Friends strolling, Manyana Beach, New South Wales, January 2016

Friends strolling, Manyana Beach, New South Wales, January 2016

Vancouver Sandwich, Provincetown Cape Cod, June 2013

Trip

Bee, me and the Booteybumpjump, Sydney, January 2016

CrossFit

Friends&Burlesque

Trip

American Sisters, California, May 2015

That Night was a Night out of the 5 Girls

#GirlsPosse

Girls

#GirlsPosse

In the life of a 38 year old, I`ll keep chasing the path of training and doing some competitions along the way, just when I feel like it.

In the life of a 38 year old I`ll live out my passions and improve my skills in photography and writing.

In the year of a 38 year old, I`ll buy the racing car that raves under my booty currently, I will take on a permanent job in social work – one I always wanted – and travel some more. Traveling always, everywhere.

In the year of a 38 year old I`ll eat good food, drink high quality wine, whine a little, party a lot, snowboarding even more, and collapsing in laughter as much as possible. I will live by the quote that opportunities only dance with those already on the dancefloor. So, let’s dance.

Lucie

Dancing

Lucie

Focusing

Riding, Swiss Alps, April 2016

Riding. Swiss Alps, April 2016

Are you joining me?

xxx,

Luce

23 thoughts on “In the year of a 37 years old – a year in review

  1. I cannot WAIT to see what you accomplish in your 38th year! I hope to be there for some of it… particularly the food and the wine. Italy???

    You know I’m not going to be flashing my boobies in Vegas. That’s all you… and a certain security guard. HOWEVER… I did find a nude beach here that I love. Boobs were out. Vegas too! HAHAHAHA!

    Cheers to another epic year!

  2. Tara says:

    Happy belated birthday! Wine fulfils all my nutritional needs… totally stealing that one! I love what you wrote about wasting time thinking about the past/future. My friends are always horrified when I say something off-hand like “why bother planning 10 years in advance when I could be dead tomorrow?” I try to spend as little much time planning my future travels as possible, because it’s so easy to fall down the wormhole and waste hours of time. I was literally researching things t do in Marrakech on my taxi ride from the airport, even though I’ve known that I was coming here for months. And I certainly don’t waste any time dwelling on the past (anymore – it wasn’t always this easy!). Here’s to a good 38th year!

    • Agree 100%. When I was travelling to Sydney for a month, people asked me what I will do as for cultural stuff, trips, etc.
      I was:’ training and beach. Everything else depends on my mood.’ I really hate planning. What if my mood changes? If I have the freedom of being independent, I want to live it to the fullest.

  3. XO love you!

    Sent from my iPad

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  4. The Padre says:

    Fantastic Photos And Enjoy Another Trip Around The Sun

    Cheers

  5. You’re a rock solid sexy hunk of AWESOME! Let me guess, you plan on coming back to Los Angeles/San Diego when I am out of town, right? lol

    • Hahahahaaaa! Your agent still owes me a ton of money. Do you happen to be in Vancouver end of August? Just askin’. 🙂

      • I have actually never been to CANADA before… And I don’t have any trips planned, however, never say never!!! 😉 If you come to San Diego… Nov 12 – yeah, you are MORE THAN WELCOME to come to my wedding, ha ha! GUEST OF HONOR!

      • Ok, so my trip tp Vancouver is because of a wedding – and since I am crazy like that, I TOTALLY think of attending yours too. No fuckin’ joking. If I can get a week off and a reasonable price for my flight, you bet I am going to be there. Trust me.

      • Well you’re 100% invited then….. If you want – email me, I can send you a link to our Wedding Website and you can RSVP when you know for sure – shit, have Laura be your PLUS one! 😉

      • What do you think I did….I texted her the second after I saw your comment…. 🙂 will be emailing you!!!

  6. I never understood the long term goal thing either! I tried that once and life laughed in my face hardcore. Now I’m at a completely different place in life than I thought I’d be at this point, but I love it and I don’t even think I’d be happy with what I was planning for back then. Here’s to another epic year, and making the most of every day 🙂

  7. Hell yes I’m joining you. Count me in vanilla gorilla sister from a different muster. Also toss a podcast on that 38th year list plus Cleveland shenanigans.

  8. That sounds like such an awesome year with all the travelling you did and all the wine! Hopefully, the next year will be just as good if not better – fingers crossed!

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