2014

Rectus Femoris? I Damn Near Killed It

This muscle is currently the bane of my existence. I won’t make you go look it up – let’s call it high, outer quad and then we all know what I’m talking about. I’ve been stretching and foam rolling this M-F-er and it just refuses to give in! I’m fairly certain that this muscle alone is the reason I get up from my desk like a neanderthal. It also makes my knee hurt. The human body is freaking amazing how it’s all interconnected (and sometimes all in pain). And no, I’m not a doctor, but I play one in my head by using my fun phone apps like Learn Muscles and Trigger Points. Oh, and I can’t forget WebMd – the preferred tool of hypochondriacs nationwide.

Did you know that the universe is a dick sometimes? For example, I have my list of things that I want to get done and I’m working diligently on them, and then along comes the universe and says, “Hey! What about THIS?!?!” as it dangles the most delicious looking creme brulee I’ve ever seen in front of my face. Why, universe, why? Today’s dessert comes in the form of a writing lab. I know it will be helpful and time well spent, but the question is, where will I find the time? Scheduling my free time isn’t my strongest suit. It’s why I write in the morning rather than waiting till the evening, weekends excepted. After I get home from work, I just want to decompress and not use my brain. But, and pardon me while I have a revelation here, I need to exercise my brain the same as I exercise my body. There ya go, genius. That’s how you get it done. Ok, writing lab is on the agenda.

Also, winter allergies. Is that a thing? It sure feels like it in my nose. I know the house is a little dusty, but I also know it’s not enough to be causing all of this mess. Maybe I’ll go WebMd myself and self-diagnose my ailments. Mild bronchitis? Possibly. Walking pneumonia? Probably not, but a semi-hypochondriac would swing for that fence, right? Of course we would! On a side note, my husband just shakes his head if he happens to catch me looking at WebMd. Ha, it’s medical porn and I love it.

This weekend, I’m going to, for the first time, take off my diva boots and drive up to Breck in the morning and return on the same day. We’ve been here three years now and yes, my spoiled ass has stayed up there at least overnight every time. I know, it’s terrible. I’m usually pretty thrashed though by the time we break for lunch and just the thought of a 90 minute drive makes me wanna cry. But, panties up! I’m doing it this weekend.

One last thing before I go finish preparing for this day. Dear all of y’all, particularly you circus/pole/aerial people: could you slow down on being so fantastic? I am trying to keep up and I am, for the most part, several years your senior. You’re making me look bad! 😛  Jokes! I have jokes! You ladies and gents keep on rocking because you give me something to strive towards. It’s not greatness in the general sense of the word, but greatness for my age, body, and abilities. Yeah. I’m not 26 and I can’t bend like that, but I will push myself to bend the best I can. I’m not so many things that you are, but I AM so many things that you’ll never be – like black. Bwahahahahahaha!  I’m a mess. Do you do this to yourselves? Do you strive to match/meet the goals of others? No? Just me? Ok. Carry on and have a wonderful Tuesday!

It Was The Best Of Times

It was the worst of times. Not classic books. Not classic rock. I’m talking about these twenty minutes  on the foam roller. OMG OUCH! Yep, I’m paying today for snowboarding without stretching on Saturday and also not following up that riding day with hot tub time (machine). No one to blame but myself, and I’m pointing that finger pretty hard this morning. This morning where I have the hips of,gasp, a 40 year old! Or maybe it’s just that I have beast quads and I just need to get the scar tissue broken up in them. Either way, I probably need help. Like a yoga chair. It’s high on the list.

Today officially starts this new job era for me. I’m partially looking forward to it, partially dreading it, and totally looking forward to my first paycheck. The fun never ends when you just aren’t sure when that’ll happen. Granted, I know that it will for certain by the end of the month, but will they break me off a little sumthin sumthin before that? You just never know here in ye olde Corporate America. Makes me wish, every now and again, that I could just skip it all and go back to bartending. Ah, that fun. Definitely where I’m at my best when I can smartmouth you and you’re gonna take it because you want your drink. No, wait, you want the drink that I made for you because, well, I’m a kickass bartender. But, reality struck (Better find out before your time’s out, what the f!%$!!) and real jobs happened and now I have too much stuff to go back. First world problems.

I think I’ll start openly talking about girl issues here. Why? Well, because it’s my blog and I don’t think that any of my 4 readers are male. You’ll have to make a comment down below if you are indeed male and then perhaps I will scale back the vagina monologues. But until then, I was so sad last week because I had started working out and I still felt as though I was the size of a bounce house. Fortunately, I came to the realization that I was just bloated from that wonder of nature that we ladies experience but I can’t wait to stop experiencing either by menopause (too long to wait) or surgical intervention (when I think I could find 3 weeks where I could sit still to recover). Man, you’d think my life is a lot rougher than it is. (I know I have it good. A lot better than some others. I’m not complaining. Much.)

At almost two weeks into the new year – where it alternates between feeling like January should be over already and it should be somewhere around the second day of the month – I’ve actually surprised myself by getting in here and writing down something, even if it’s only a few sentences, every day so far. 21 days creates a habit right? Or is that 30? And is it same time, same place? Ah well, I’ll just stick with being happy that we’re two weeks in and I’m still writing. My money is in the jar for the 52 week challenge. I’m working out. I’m stretching. I jumped (off of a very small jump) on my snowboard. 2014 is going well. The only thing where I’m falling behind is a latecomer to the ‘things I want to do’ party. I want to get a short story down once a week. By the end of the year, I’ll have an anthology of sorts. Dirty stories. Because they’re the easiest to write. But people are still out there reading Penthouse forum, so I bet they’ll read this.

Well, the time to get moving is upon us. Or at least, it’s upon me. Let’s get out there and get it in week three of the year. This week looks like two Zumba classes, a FabPole class, more working out, more stretching, and snowboarding on the weekend. How’s it looking for you?

But I’m Not Ready

I’d like to order one more day in the weekend, please. Pretty sure that most folks would agree with this request. Or, at least, most folks that are tied to a 9-5 gig.
We did have a nice weekend. Relaxing, outside of the drive up and back, and everyone came away with a feeling of accomplishment. Now here we are, settled in and mentally prepping for the week ahead.
Honestly, I need more prep time so I’ll check ya out tomorrow. 

Kick. Push. Coast.

So, two things just happened.

  1. I wanted to post a link to “Kick Push” by Lupe Fiasco but YouTube was down.
  2. I composed a post about the day and the Interwebs just ate it.

I just don’t have the energy to recreate the post. Therefore, bullet points:

  • Yummy breakfast with friends and family
  • Snowboarding – wide box win, skinny box fail, little jump win
  • Yummy dinner with friends and family
  • So much laughter
  • Snickerdoodle cookies

Hope your Saturday was awesome!

ROCO Friday – Snow Makes Me Wet

Now before you go getting all up in arms about that title, know that it’s from a bumper sticker from Silverton Mountain here in Colorado. Also happens when I fall down in it or I’m making snow angels or a snowman, or possibly having a snowball fight. Unfortunately, it also makes me nervous AF when it’s on the roads and I’m scheduled to go to the mountains and there are 60 mph wind gusts. ABS/AWD/anti-skid take the wheel! T minus 9 hours till go time.

As Friday is now the official (and only) work from home day, first and foremost, ROCO! Secondly, I chose to not get up at 5 today and rather get up at 6. Not my brightest idea. I’m completely off schedule now. Late blog post, late breakfast, but I did manage to be logged in and ready for work on time. Let’s go with positive items: I can take care of the laundry while I’m working; I can shower in the total peace and quiet of my empty house (and think I hear people in the house while I’m in there); I can wear my comfy clothes – or nothing at all – for work; No listening to people coughing/sneezing/bringing up phlegm all day! Yeah, that last one is gross, but it’s painfully true. We do get time off folks, keep that at home!

Last night, we took my brother to pick up his wheels. After we got home, we were doing our usual evening stuff when the phone starts ringing. At 8:45. First of all, we don’t answer our house phone unless we are specifically expecting a call. Why? Because 99% of the time it is either solicitors or bill collectors trying to find someone that doesn’t live here. Playing games with those people got old so we just stopped answering. This caller left a message. Funny, it was a recruiter. That’s pretty late for a recruiter (who was in Colorado). Anywho, I’m going to need to update my info so they stop calling. I’m off the market (for at least a year). Sorry, too slow.

Obviously, I got a raise with this promotion – because who gets a promotion without a raise?- but I’m still Sergeant Stingy with that cash. I’m trying to pay off bills and all, but at the same time, still letting myself have some fun. That means I get to buy a couple things here and there. Prepare to giggle. But first let me preface this with I did, just a few weeks ago, get a new snowboard. A demo, so on the cheap,but still a decent ticket item. Other than that, my list of things to buy,probably in this order, is:

  • A day planner. I am getting this today. I am now pseudo-important and I need to write every single thing down so that I don’t forget any of them and later look like a tool.
  • New sneakers. I’ve been rocking out these Nikes for longer than I will mention and embarrass myself. Not to mention that this morning during the cardio + weights workout, I rolled my ankle a bit because there’s no damn support left in them. Please buy shoes before you hurt yourself. Thank you.
  • A yoga chair. Since I have to be in the office 4 days a week now, and I’m trying to work on my flexibility and such, I cannot continue to sit in a crappy office chair. Office chairs shorten my muscles or something. And then, when I need to get up from my desk, every time it’s like watching evolution. I start hunched over and I gradually get to full and upright walking human. When I’m at home, I sit on my stability ball so I don’t have this issue. Probably need a bicycle lock too for attaching said chair to desk so it doesn’t “disappear”.

Just little things. I do still have a car payment and a student loan payment to take care of, after all.

Well, my flock, go forward and ROCO on this wonderful Friday. Have a great weekend and be safe. Tomorrow we can talk about the awesome snowboarding that I did. Maybe even with a video! ROCO!

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