10:26 wake-up this morning, but much was different. Well... actually, only my attitude, but they say
attitude is everything, right? I was up fairly
quickly, for a Sunday. I had plans. Last night, as my quads burned in agony, I
decided I should stretch/yoga first before the cardio work-out, so….
...Yet the dogs gave me their eyes and I couldn’t ignore them. Got all the “equipment” loaded and we headed
off to the park. Thankfully no one was
there and both dogs bound out of the car, thrilled to be reunited with their
long post Park. I gave then a good workout
- basketball, Frisbee, then tennis ball.
Annie is such a great cheerleader: supporting Mabi all the way. I admonished Mabi bullying Annie, but noticed
Annie doing the same thing to Mabi. They’re
siblings, I guess it happens in all families.
Off to the gym where I realized that, though I’d remembered
my “sweat” towel, I left the yoga mat at home.
Next time. Instead of the 33
minute video I cut short yesterday, I chose the 17 minute video. Sweet Sweat Balls…This lady is no Shiva Rea
in terms of the slow meditative vinyasa I was used to – she was the marine
corps drill sergeant of stretch. It
certainly did its job of warming me up – particularly when another lady came
in the room (I had to make all my poses “better”, dontcha know). Headed off to my 20 minute cardio on the machine
(I upped it by one minute to 21 – I always have to do one better). Music helps a lot – I go hard for just a bit
and then let my heart rate lower again.
I believe you gym folk have a term for this? HIIT.
Towards the end, I noticed a lanky hot guy join the room. This also
helps the workout. Headed home and
gathered items to bring to hospice.
Brent is right – if I don’t feel very safe here, having a yard sale isn’t
necessarily the best thing to do. I will
keep the items worth more and sell them a different way and donate the rest. I am also trading books in to The
Bookery. Truth is, I can’t take all of these to Europe, so I
might as well begin the process slowly. 
Carried the heavyheavyheavy box from the parking lot up and
across the street (with three rest stops) only to be told they only buy the books
on Monday and Friday. No big deal – it was
a great lift workout ((silver lining attitude!). Dropped off two HUGE bags of clothes (mostly
Maggie’s) at hospice and then…my farewell nachos. Freddy is proud of my health goal, but said
they’d miss me. (Whoa! This isn’t forever!! How would I live without Mexican food?) He
then asked if I was getting in shape to look for a boyfriend and said Dude with
the gold tooth has a crush on me and asks about me. <sigh>
So sweet…but, I said, I am NOT looking for a boyfriend. I told him of my plans to move to Europe (hopefully)
next summer and said falling for a guy would prevent that.
Home to a nice hot bath in Epsom salt, since my muscles aren’t
very happy and some cacao-based dark chocolate for dessert. I am that
committed to health (although I was really surprised to read of all the health
benefits in cacao – amazing antioxidants, magnesium, fiber, iron a mood
enhancer. Seriously – all from
cacao). Yay health!
Pictures: A cairn Ethan made for me from stones he had found in San Diego; This was on a car at the gym. I love Moab and shall pretend it is Hot Dudes car, which makes me love him even more (I don't even remember what he looked like, by the way); Quite a windy day here and the clouds from the Lowell Fire are STILL this evident. Not good, not good at all....: This is how committed I am. I'm so proud of ME! One small square at night. <happy face>
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