The saying goes something like, "It's not how many times you fall off the horse. It's how many times you get back on." So here I am, getting back on the workout horse.
I went home to Missouri, ate a lot of good comfort food and in the course of encountering warm rain, a little snow and an in-coming storm (Famous Missouri saying: Don't like the weather, wait a day. It will change!), I fell ill. Not stay-in-bed sick, but nagging sickness. Coughing, snot, headaches. It shouldn't have stopped me from working out, but it did. I was tired and talked myself out of hitting the gym for several weeks. I did workout on the weekends from time to time, but the week would roll around and I just couldn't pull myself out of bed. And perhaps that's why I stayed away from you. What was I going to tell you? I ate too much! Again! I missed a workout. Again! But now I'm back and with just a short time to go before my triathlon (about 12 weeks), I'm ready to get back to it. Snot cleared. Headaches gone. Here we go.
Yesterday I hit the gym for a ride on the stationary bike and a swim. I try to replicate Tyler's (best instructor on the planet...downtown PHX YMCA) spin class, hitting the hills on the slower songs and picking up the pace on the faster songs. Almost the same...but nothing ever replaces Tyler the Terrific. Swim was great too...always relaxing.
Today Hannah, Andrea and I went for a run. Hannah is doing very well on a leash! The first quarter mile is still an adventure...she's pulling me...but overall, she's getting there. Once we got back to the house, I tried the P90X ab ripper. 11 minutes long. Anyone can handle that, right? Uhhh...wrong. Holy mother. If I do that two days a week for the next three months, LOOK. OUT. Order up a six pack.
Our Valentine's Weekend has been jam-packed full of fun. Dinner at The Green House in Scottsdale on Friday (if you're on a diet, run...RUN...if they ever offer you a complimentary donut), errands on Saturday and Willo Home Tour on Sunday.
Valentine's Day is one of my favorite holidays. I always think of my grandma and her fantastic story...the best part of the book I haven't written yet. She dated her current husband David years and years ago when my mom was a pre-teen. My grandma worked for David's parents at their grocery store in Monett and he was notably younger...a hot shot baseball player, who was headed to college on an athletic scholarship. He was smitten with my grandmother.
David's parents weren't keen on their son dating a woman with two children...to say the least...so they told him to break it off or they would fire her. Harsh.
Long story short (I have to leave something for the book), they split, she married someone else and they went their separate ways...until about 3 years ago. David caught wind that my grandma was divorced. David was dead set on not letting her get away a second time.
He showed up on her front doorstep (GRANDMA WAS SHOCKED) and I kid you not, his quote was "I let you get away once. It won't happen again." A few months later, they were married. Crazy, right?
Is that a made-for-tv movie or what? Best Valentine's Day story I know.
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