Some UV, Market Wine, and A Shoe Horn

Monday.
Sleeping in until 7 was absolutely glorious.  Hey, anything after 4am is a treat, and would be even better still if Oscar knew when it was a holiday and wasn't harassing me by 5 for some food.
No, I don't get up. 
Perhaps me being a horrible owner, but I take my chances that because his brain is the size of a peanut, he'll probably release his temporary resentment and go back to sleep for awhile.  Generally I'm right.
Love it when that happens.

Its been a pretty low key weekend around here.  Catching up on some work, cleaned the house until I was borderline high on Lysol, and managed to throw in some pool time.  I can't complain.
It was hot out there today though.  Some women lay out there all day and hardly start to glisten....Meanwhile, I'm over there practically drowning in my sweat and fighting new levels of dehydration.  It worries me only because if I happen to pass out, I don't exactly want to show up on a gurney in a string bikini.  That would be my luck.
Even better if its my one with sequins. 
...nothing like being mistaken for a sweaty stripper in the ER.
Sorry dad.

Went to the Farmers Market Saturday with fellow trainer, Olivia.  It was my first time this season, and I forgot how quickly I spend money at that place.  The produce is unbelievable, love the flowers, and then by the time I make it around to the wine and random nut butters I'm making all kinds of irrational decisions. 
What do you mean I can't sample the wine at 8am?  Ridiculous.  Like communion....by myself....for the sake of myself...
Samples.  For the love of God, samples.
I think I spent about $60....the amount of lettuce in my fridge right now is out of control.  Green hoarder.

Back to the normal craziness tomorrow.  Full day ahead since we were closed today, and pretty much the same until Friday, when I cap my week off with my annual physical.  Always a pleasant experience at 9am when you get grilled about everything from sleep habits to drug use and sexual activity.
I don't care who you are, that's always an awkward moment.
The smart aleck side of me wants to ask her to start by defining active, and then clarify that the gyno visit itself does/doesn't count.  Because quite frankly anything resembling a shoe horn should not be involved.
I read 50 Shades.  I did not finish.
So after an hour or so I generally resign myself to staring at the ceiling and apathetically allowing any med students to come in and experience the excitement with me.
They smile and say thank you.
...I'm sitting there in an oversized napkin and socks,...the smile is useless, but appreciated.  Bless them.

So there's my week at a glance.  Game time folks.

Thank You Justin...

I woke up at least 5 times last night.  Twice to use the bathroom (bladder of a 5 year old), twice because I was popping my knuckles in my sleep (who does this?!), and at least once because Oscar doesn't understand the your-side/my-side bed concept.  If I die in my sleep it will be because I was smothered by a 15 pound cat.
Not so much a cat, as more of a an affectionate leech with hair.

I thought for sure I'd be ready to roll today despite Sunday being less than ideal...
I woke up with a sore throat and by 4pm I'd already had 2 naps, plenty of meds, and way too much lemon water.
This is supposed to help right?  I could totally be making this up and may have been better off taking whiskey to the face.  That will cure anything.....momentarily.
All that to say that I spent "Sunday Funday" in the recliner watching Friends With Benefits and honestly wondering how in the world JT can sing, dance, act, and be hot all at once.  I am often skeptical that God gives with both hands (in the name of fairness), but apparently He got carried away with this one.
I can only hope he has a huge flaw elsewhere for the sake of humanity in general.
I've clearly spent too much time thinking about this.  I know.  But hopefully he'll procreate soon...again, for the sake of humanity.
So after my healthy dose of Justin, I was in bed by 8.  Slightly sad, and yet I was thrilled to climb in bed when it was still light outside.
Its the little things...

It was a pretty standard Monday in the gym,...everyone ready for summer...minus the humidity that will make you want to curse your momma and start migrating north.  Between June and September I'm usually 1 sweat away from ripping off clothing and pleading insanity.
So. Hot.
Thankfully an "indecent exposure" charge is not convenient for my schedule.  Gotta keep it in check.

Got some pretty fun stuff up ahead.  New recipe post on the way and June article in the works.  And as always, I welcome questions/emails about topics of interest on anything health/fitness related. 

Short and sweet tonight.  I can hardly keep my eyes open and anticipate a busy Tuesday.  Its Monday's hangover.  Night folks...

To My Dukies...

I'm alive.
Still moving,...just a little slower...

The last week was crazy busy, and I'm pretty sure I had a stretch there of 4 days when my total sleep time was in the teens.  I was one restless night from an assault charge....on someone else or myself.
By Sunday Oscar and I were both worthless and managed to sleep all afternoon, do half a load of laundry, and check off zero items from the to-do list.
For someone addicted to their own productivity, that is torturous and sends the anxiety into overdrive.  But honestly, I couldn't fight it.  I went and surprised Sparkles for Mother's Day,...and that combined with little sleep and stress about having little sleep was enough to put me in a coma.
Oscar didn't mind.

Apparently my thigh converts to a pillow.
...perhaps the sluttiest thing I've said all day.

 The weekend was exhausting, but a lot of fun....out with friends, Haven's 3rd birthday party, Duke graduation, friends' 30th, and lots of celebrating in between.
It sounds like I'm popular.
Its a lie.
Dad is probably still sneaking checks somewhere.  Its fine.  I get it. 
Thanks Dad...because I am broke.

But seriously, my body was pooped by the end of all this.  And there was that moment walking to my car at 1:30 Sunday morning in heels when I debated whether or not to rip them off in the parking lot and risk hepatitis.  My apathy was peaking.
I caved.
They came off faster than a stripper's....well....anything.
I should probably update my shots.

It was graduation weekend or most of Durham.  My Dukies were celebrating the end of justifiable late nights and endless studying.  (The two not always correlated).
I've had the privilege of working with a handful of graduate students this year who have truly kept me entertained to no end.  They think I've taught them a great deal, but as any "teacher" would say, I've learned just as much.
On a serious note, I am grateful. 
Grateful for their perspective on life and inspiring drive to move forward and create themselves.  They are sharp and genuinely open to opportunity.  Opportunity presented to them, and opportunity constructed from intentional steps towards a goal.  To say they are focused on the road ahead is an understatement.
I admire that.
I envy the energy they find day in and day out to continue a path that is both difficult and uncertain.
That takes incredible courage.  I applaud them.
But perhaps the greatest thing I've learned is that life in its purest is enjoyed and experienced in the moments we allow ourselves to simply BE. 
...To relinquish any temptation to question the future or recall the past.  Instead, liberate yourself into the moment that IS...and stay there...live...enjoy.

This challenges me on many levels, and for that I am thankful.  I will miss you all more than you know...

South Florida Invasion...

This is my current state in life:...I do not always remember a phone or credit card number, but I basically have the codes for all my produce memorized. 
Sad.
And more sad that its a proud moment for yours truly when I skim 20 seconds off my checkout time because the 'ol memory bank is cranking out digits like a slot machine.  Its the little things in life...

What a weekend.
Back from West Palm Beach in one piece and easing myself into the normal routine.  It was an amazing vacation with my dear friend Celia, that started off bright and early for a 8am flight Friday morning...
This was taken approximately 20 minutes before I dosed off....my napping ability has become more of an issue than a gift...

The vacation was absolutely needed and just a couple hours after touching down, we were on the beach...where I slept some more.  Celia finishes entire books out there, and I simply manage to hit a coma state and hope I don't drool on myself.
She is destined for great things.
I am destined to have chronic adrenal fatigue by 35.

I needed a tan badly.  I know I know,...but truly I look like I have polio without some color.  I don't have pretty fair skin, and honestly envy the women who do.
Now I just have tan lines.
Its like a magic trick...I can remove my swimsuit and it still looks like I have one on.  Unbelievable.

I did manage to sleep in a few days....7am was a beautiful thing.  Celia's dad and I had coffee, read the paper, and covered everything from European travel to correcting his golf swing all before 7:45.  People often apologize for asking work-related questions when I'm technically not at work, but I honestly love it.  Perhaps a little too much.
2 cups of coffee in, and there I was demonstrating a posture exercise on the floor in the kitchen.
I really shouldn't be able to take myself seriously in pajama pants and argyle socks, but evidently it doesn't stop me.
The only thing that would have made it better is if Celia walked in during the mobility test as the turkey bacon is cooking in the background...
Never a dull moment.

Between the amazing dinners and down time, we did manage to get in some exercise.  She signed us up for a Flywheel spin class the first morning.  Let me start this story by saying that my idea of fun is not sitting on a seat that is basically designed to hate my crotch.
But I am all for new experiences, so onward we roll.
I remember getting on my bike, locking my feet in, and thinking this just might end really bad.
Slightly dramatic, I know.
But, despite working out everyday, I rarely get on the bike...much less for 45 minute intervals.  But before I knew it the lights were off and the music was blaring.
I wanted to dance.
How could I possibly do a proper Wobble on a bike?  I was so confused...lights off, music going...are we going to bike, make out, bike and then make out...what is going on?
Long story short, I survived.  I was literally dripping on the bike by the end and couldn't feel my quads.
I thought I was going to throw up once, not going to lie.
Proud to say Cel and I finished as the top 2 females in the class...
I smelled great in this picture.

Yesterday we went for a morning run, and I was honestly amazed my legs were not completely dead from spinning.
We went roughly 4-5 miles, with a beautiful view and only a few minor aches and pains....whoever said 30 is the new 20 was intoxicated.  Its not.  Things hurt.

There were many highlights from the trip, but mainly getting away with a great friend, laughing until it hurt, and enjoying some down time.
Tomorrow will be back to the grind as usual....if all goes as planned, I may reach a new level of crazy by 10am and be headed back to Florida.
I'll leave you with a few more pics from our invasion of WPB...