This is a good read and something i hope more girls and women figure out - strong is better than skinny.
Went for a run - was running stupid fast (for me) decided to do the 3miles as intervals - averaged 9:18min pace - looked down at one point and it said 8:20min - almost fell over - really really dehydrated today - going to drink water and shower now…
“None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.”
i’ve been accused of having the enthusiasm of a child - i take that as a compliment.
I’ve been lazy! I haven’t worked out consistently in about three-four months. The thing is I haven’t been sitting around doing nothing - I’ve had one trip to NYC, one trip to LA, one week of Scotland in Seattle, I’ve seen friends, I’ve made new ones - I’ve kept my food fairly consistent (ok not last week - again Scotland in Seattle…). I’ve been so set on one particular thing and now I am not sure i want it or it is the right thing for me - to be honest I think I would be bored and not challenged at all.
Through all of this I have manage to maintain my weight (woohoo!) and actually feel good about my body - sure I’d like to be stronger and fitter but that will happen as soon as I get my ass back in gear - I’ve felt so good in fact I stripped down to my bra and panties and went running into the Puget sound this past Saturday - ok fine it was 12midnight and dark, but still it was not something I would of ever done before in my entire life.
i am about to cheat on my crossfit box…i love it there - it is just that there aren’t that many classes i can make. i can make the 5:30am class, which means i have to get up at like 4:40am (ugh) and i can at times make the 7pm class, but i have to leave work early take a bus home (in the opposite direction of the box) get my car and then drive back past where i just was to get there (usually in traffic) and the 9am saturday class is normally possible. there are a number of other places near where i live and i’m going to try one out and then make the decision. i feel bad cheating on my crossfit, but i am just not really making the effort of going and in order to do the 5:30am class i have to keep saying no to doing other things.
fuck - i think i’ve lost my mind - who am i right now? i think i am actually who i used to be. a long time ago (flashback like 7 years) i was a girl who would just do things that i wanted to - not worrying about the judgement of others or anything like that. i would fly out to see friends on a whim, drive to the desert or the beach late at night because i felt like being there, go over a friends house at 10pm just because they asked me to. it was who i was and who i have been trying to be for the last few years. i am happy that she is finally back in my life and that i get to be her again!
so i just bought a ticket to san francisco to hang out with a bunch of scottish guys, who i have pretty much just met - but feel like i’ve know for a while. i would like to adopt all of them as my brothers….then i would not only have siblings, but other brothers and younger brothers and once around my age - it would be awesome!!
They kept inviting me down to SF while they were here and I think I am going to go. A few of them kept inviting me and I looked at flights and can get one for about $50 using my miles. My feeling is as to why this is not stalker-ish: I wouldn’t invite someone (multiple times) tell them to stay with me if I didn’t actually want them to come. So later today I think I’m going to do it - book a ticket and fall back into the Scottish trap for one more weekend. Should be interesting to say the least and San Francisco is pretty awesome city anyway.
There are special times in your life that you are reminded about how wonderful life is. When you meet people that remind you how much fun you actually are. People that remind you to be yourself and let go and say yes and when you do amazing things happen.
This last week I spent a lot of time with a lot of Scottish fellas. I have had what are some of the most fun and memorable moments of my life and done things I wanted to do for a while and never did. Yesterday we went to the beach, built a fire, they all ran into the water, we drank beer and whiskey, were covered in sand, laid on the ground staring up at stars, listened to music, sang some. I just let go and let the evening happen as it happened and even ended up stripping down to my undies and running into the water around midnight.
As it tends to happen all too quickly with wonderful moments - the scottish week has now come to a close. They leave tomorrow for San Francisco (they tried to convince me to come visit) and then back to Scotland - it’s sad but memories last a lifetime and this week really reminded me how when you let go and just be 100% yourself, when you have nothing to prove and you just say yes that life is truly spectacular!
Also, so much sand and in so many places.
To make up for the Scottish trap and do something nice for my body rebel and I are going on a ride!!
That is what time I woke up this morning. It was lovely!!
I fell deep into the Scottish trap on Thursday night and ended up in their hotel lobby with a bottle of scotch, two guitars and 6 or 7 of the Scottish. I got home close to 4am and had to get up at 7am to go retrieve my car - came back home went back to sleep for two more hours and then to work for the day. I went to bed around 10pm last night (you do the math) apparently I needed some sleep.