Soggy Jogger...

Its about this time every Sunday that I realize how coffee drunk I really am.
I look forward to my iced coffee all week, and then I go on a 3 day bender Friday-Sunday,...its a cheap and legal fix, thus I am completely fine with the fact that I am sweating all over the computer right now.
My low, and yet extremely high point of the day.
You would think I won the lottery.  I didn't.  I'm just easily pleased.

Well, I managed to regain a little sanity over the past few days...
One of my clients was so generous to let me use their beach house, so I escaped.....just me, my books, and enough protein to last two weeks.
Yes, I was able to relax, and even slept in until 6:45 one day.  What can I say, I live life on the edge.

The weather was amazing on Thursday.
I was out on the beach by 10:30, and pretty much flipped from face-down to face-up every 30 minutes like a honey baked ham until 4pm.
My only mistake was setting up right in front of a huge family who apparently had their own olympic version of corn hole going A-L-L D-A-Y.  Every 10 seconds, "Duuh.....Duuh....Duuh"...that is my interpretation of a bag hitting the board, and yes, I retyped it about 3 times before assembling the correct letters.
Needless to say I was one match point away from losing my mind and confiscating the bags.
When you hit the beach its always a toss-up,...do you sit in front of the 20-member family where sobriety is questionable among everyone including the 14 year old?  OR, do you take your chances near the 4 kids attempting to build a fort that will inevitably turn into just a hole...but you can't say its just a hole because their self esteem currently rests on a pile of sand, a dinky shovel, and a star shaped piece of plastic that is always deemed useless by the end.  Tough choice.
I generally opt for the dysfunctional intoxicated group....like choosing between a punch to the ribs or back of the head...

I will say though, I do actually enjoy running at the beach.  Its a change of scenery, and generally a breeze so I roll with it.
Friday morning's run started off great,...light breeze, cloudy, and then holy crap the rain came.  And when I say "came", I mean I literally could not see where I was going because it was falling so hard and practically sideways in my face.  At that point I had turned around but was still about 2 miles from the house.  A minute into my Noah's-Ark-like-jog, my ipod dies.  Soaking wet and I had no way of saving the poor thing.  I normally just stick it in my sports bra (there's extra room, lets be honest), but every inch of me was soaking wet.
So there I was, wasting oxygen cursing the fact that my ipod died mid-run.  The only laugh I got after that was passing a guy with an over zealous fuel belt on.  I swear this man somehow rigged it so he was able to fit about 9/10 bottles of water on that thing.  Had he remotely looked at the forecast he could have saved himself the added weight, tilted his head back every quarter mile and nearly drowned.
Genius.
And side note: Any physical endeavor that requires me to wear anything closely resembling a fanny pack,...not gonna happen.  Fat should not be flapping around right there or anything else for that matter.
I simply don't care for 9 mini-bottles of water to be nailing my uterus with every step for an hour.

Long story short, both days were soaking wet runs...and my shoes now smell horrible...

After a few days of straight cardio, I was definitely glad to lift today, and honestly ready to see my peeps tomorrow.
I can vacation for only a few days before I need my dictating-in-the-gym fix.  Shocking, I know.
And on a training note, my latest article will be up shortly!  Its on toning/muscle definition...ah, always a hot topic...
I'll post a link.

Alright, its about that time.  I have my whole nightly routine...much like a 5 year old.  Similar, but with less bed-wetting...
Its quite sad actually.

Bocce Ball Gone Wrong...

Ah yes, ground turkey, squash and cottage cheese. 
I will pretty much eat any combination if the texture is good.  Ironically, plain yogurt grosses me out, and I cannot remember the last time I ate it voluntarily. 
My mouth, my rules.

It was a pretty typical Tuesday with clients, interspersed with moments that I honestly considered beating a couple of teenage boys with medicine balls.  They are a different breed.  I understand that its "cool" to complain about certain things at that age, and everything appears to fall into the "sucks" category, but at some point shut up and figure it out.  You want to talk about playing at the next level, being the best, and dominating the field or court, then do whats necessary.  You have 2 choices: continue to improve or get out of the way of those who do.
I had one kid continue to text during a workout and it was literally all I could do not to break his thumbs and then practice my curve ball with the stupid phone.  Unbelievable.  It bothers me enough when the adults do it, but some own their own business or are doctors and on call, so I get it.  But when you're anywhere between the ages of 12-18 and living with mom and dad, nothing is that important.  You own nothing.  That phone is not yours and neither is the underwear you are sweating in. 
Its safe to say that is a pet peeve of mine....one of the many...

My own workout today was great.  I had to hit shoulders, biceps, and quads so it felt like it took forever.  It didn't.  Tyler was there to keep me company as we discussed college life between sets.  Yes, I realize for those of you who witnessed bits and pieces of 2001-2005 there is great irony in me giving college advice, but hey I made it in 4 years, have a great career, avoided substance abuse (coffee doesn't count), and no std's.  Where are the honorary ropes for that?
Point is, I had a great workout, and thank you Tyler for the brief distractions from my lactic acid cesspool that seemed to be overflowing in my thighs.

 My day concluded with an ongoing game of "Would you rather...?" with Garrett.  If you've never played here's the deal.  You give someone 2 equally horrible options and begin it with would you rather...?  Its pretty much a lose/lose every time and yet I am always entertained by the creativity of it all.  I was laughing so hard I could hardly get my questions out.  Classic end to a Tuesday.

On that note, I am pooped and need to get geared up for Wednesday.  Two more days and then I will be laying on the beach sweating (a given), and contemplating turning bocce ball into a sick form of dodgeball with my brothers. 
That place will never be the same.

Night folks!