If you're looking for an upbeat blog post, this isn't it.
Today sucked. Approximately one thing went right: I got my workout in. First brick in a year. Two miles, 45 minutes on the bike (trainer), one mile. I pushed hard, just because I was pissed off in general. Sadly, I'm so out of shape, "pushing it" doesn't mean much.
Oh well, it's done. Here's to a better tomorrow.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Vacation, Day One
How I love a change of scenery and the fact that I don't have to wake up Monday and go to work!
Jeff and I are in Florida on our first vacation in 2 years (the one before that was 10 years earlier--not kidding). We're staying at a place called WaterColor, which is a brand new community (well, 10 years old) in Florida between Destin and Ft. Walton Beach. The community next door is called Seaside, and it's where "The Truman Show" was filmed. This place is like nothing I've ever seen. It's absolutely beautiful in a vaguely Farhenheit 451/1984 kind of way. I love the architecture, the landscape, the beach and the water--oh my God, the water is beautiful!
I have some goals while I'm here, biggest of all, to work out each day and to eat healthy. So far, so good. Jeff and I ran 7 miles today, the last two miles of which were on the beach, where there was very little hard-packed sand. My heart rate hit almost 200 before it was over, and my ears were ringing. I'm sure that's not healthy, but what a workout. We did push-ups, sit-ups and lunges after we ran.
We rode bikes into "town" later in the afternoon--after a snack of apples, string cheese and Honey Nut Cheerios (no milk) and lots of water. The bike ride wasn't long, maybe two miles round trip, with a couple of beers, grilled shrimp tacos, and some guacamole in the middle of our foray. Our bikes are big, fat tired, springy seated, three-speed, baskets-on-the-front cruisers. We booked it back to the house, because it was so freakin' cold. Bookin' it on a cruiser is actually a decent enough workout, even though we only rode a mile.
We also met two people from Austin today. One of them is the owner of a surf/beach apparel and equipment shop. He's from New Braunfels originally and graduated from UT. His shop has surf lessons when it warms up--next trip, I'm sooooooo there.
The other guy's name I don't remember, but he graduated from Plano Senior High just like I did...only ten years later.
The house we're staying in is an absolutely gorgeous cottage on a running trail less than a mile from the beach and is surrounded by pines, magnolias and oaks. I don't know how many square feet it is, but it's ginormous: four bedrooms, four and a half baths, two living areas, an office, an outdoor kitchen (and shower) and the BEST kitchen EVER. The owners spared no expense, and the place is totally kitted out, right down to toothpaste and Q-tips in every bathroom and even all the stuff you need to blow out your hair and give yourself a manicure.
Last night, we had the best meal I've had in ages, to the point to where I was doing The Happy Food Dance in my chair. Banana beignets?? Best. Thing. Ever.
It's supposed to be cold and crappy tomorrow, so after our run, we're driving to Alabama. I've never been to Alabama, and I'm on a quest to go there. It's the only one of the lower forty-eight states I've never been to.
Man, I really needed this break. Good stuff.
Jeff and I are in Florida on our first vacation in 2 years (the one before that was 10 years earlier--not kidding). We're staying at a place called WaterColor, which is a brand new community (well, 10 years old) in Florida between Destin and Ft. Walton Beach. The community next door is called Seaside, and it's where "The Truman Show" was filmed. This place is like nothing I've ever seen. It's absolutely beautiful in a vaguely Farhenheit 451/1984 kind of way. I love the architecture, the landscape, the beach and the water--oh my God, the water is beautiful!
I have some goals while I'm here, biggest of all, to work out each day and to eat healthy. So far, so good. Jeff and I ran 7 miles today, the last two miles of which were on the beach, where there was very little hard-packed sand. My heart rate hit almost 200 before it was over, and my ears were ringing. I'm sure that's not healthy, but what a workout. We did push-ups, sit-ups and lunges after we ran.
We rode bikes into "town" later in the afternoon--after a snack of apples, string cheese and Honey Nut Cheerios (no milk) and lots of water. The bike ride wasn't long, maybe two miles round trip, with a couple of beers, grilled shrimp tacos, and some guacamole in the middle of our foray. Our bikes are big, fat tired, springy seated, three-speed, baskets-on-the-front cruisers. We booked it back to the house, because it was so freakin' cold. Bookin' it on a cruiser is actually a decent enough workout, even though we only rode a mile.
We also met two people from Austin today. One of them is the owner of a surf/beach apparel and equipment shop. He's from New Braunfels originally and graduated from UT. His shop has surf lessons when it warms up--next trip, I'm sooooooo there.
The other guy's name I don't remember, but he graduated from Plano Senior High just like I did...only ten years later.
The house we're staying in is an absolutely gorgeous cottage on a running trail less than a mile from the beach and is surrounded by pines, magnolias and oaks. I don't know how many square feet it is, but it's ginormous: four bedrooms, four and a half baths, two living areas, an office, an outdoor kitchen (and shower) and the BEST kitchen EVER. The owners spared no expense, and the place is totally kitted out, right down to toothpaste and Q-tips in every bathroom and even all the stuff you need to blow out your hair and give yourself a manicure.
Last night, we had the best meal I've had in ages, to the point to where I was doing The Happy Food Dance in my chair. Banana beignets?? Best. Thing. Ever.
It's supposed to be cold and crappy tomorrow, so after our run, we're driving to Alabama. I've never been to Alabama, and I'm on a quest to go there. It's the only one of the lower forty-eight states I've never been to.
Man, I really needed this break. Good stuff.
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