I’m allergic to mornings

I’m fairly certain I’m allergic to Mondays.  To be fair, it’s mornings in general.  I’ve NEVER been a morning person.  My eyes are typically at half-mast and I struggle with getting out of bed and jumping right into getting ready for the day.  I like some time to sit around and adjust to the concept of being up for the day.  If I were wise, I would get up earlier in order to appease this slow wake up, but I laugh in the face of this concept.

Anyway, I had a decent work out week last week considering my irritated stomach.  I managed 25 miles.  While it fell short of my 37.5 mile goal, I’m taking the win.  Saturday, I ventured out for my first set of miles in the wilderness (a.k.a. my urban-esque neighborhood).  I was a bit nervous, I felt it was going to be UGLY.

this is exactly what I was worried about… look – I’m running! five minutes later, I’d be flat on the ground hoping to be picked up by a good samaritan.

It was the first nice weekend we’ve seen all winter.  The students who live in the neighborhoods around me were enjoying it and I should have gone earlier to avoid the masses.  It did make me run faster though.  I did 5.5 miles.  There was some walking, especially up “fitness hill”.  For the uninitiated, “fitness hill” is right at the start of my route and I know I’m gaining fitness/endurance when I can run up the whole thing.  I’ll get there.

I was pleased with the outcome and was able to run a lot more than I anticipated.  With the extra walking I did that day, I scored 8 miles for the day – yay!  These are the most miles I’ve covered in a while, outside of the many miles in New Orleans.  It helped to brighten my overall outlook on this whole running deal.  While the treadmill is very handy and I am grateful to have one, I perform much better outside.  I forget about this though and set out with the mindset that it will be just as difficult as it is inside.  So, it’s always pleasant to experience some better-than-expected-miles.

Yesterday I was sore!  I set out do some walking (on the treadmill as I was very short on time) and my legs were questioning my logic.  Definitely some DOMS happening!  Nevertheless, I wanted that 25!

In other non-related news, some co-workers headed down to the Vera Bradley outlet sale and I put my order in for the “Weekender”.  It’s an airline-legal carry on and I’ve been looking for something for my upcoming travels.  Check out my new (and half off!) treasure:

the outside
the outside
the inside
the inside

P.S. these hastily taken pictures don’t do it justice – even my chubby-bunny of cat could fit in this puppy with room to spare.

I also high tailed it to Amazon with my schmancy birthday gift card (thanks sister!) and purchased a memory foam mattress topper.  I didn’t go overboard with regards to price, and I read enough reviews to turn my eyes blurry.  I also chose a plant-based one as they are reported to keep you cooler and smell less chemically.  It’s also 2 inches thick in case anyone was wondering.  When I was in New Orleans, the bed had a memory foam topper and it was one of the best nights of sleep I’ve had in

Since then, I realize just how hard it is for me to get/stay comfortable while (sort of) sleeping.  Who knows, maybe this won’t help at all but maybe I will feel so well-rested that I will turn into a morning person after all!

ha! yeah… not really

re-entry

Back to real life… let me just say, it’s hard work, yo!

Tough re-entry areas:

1.  Sleep – I didn’t get enough while I was down in New Orleans.  I’m not sure what it is about that city but seriously, you just don’t catch any zzz’s.  (Okay… I have an idea)  I would wake up early and go to bed late.  I’m completely beat.

sweet potato fries, I’m tired

2.  Despite it being a “workation”, it’s always different from being in the office.  There is a sense of immediacy when you are in the office that is lightened when off doing some conferencing.  Now, I’m back.  All the emails.

3.  Umm… it snowed here last night.  It was 27* here today.  In New Orleans, I got a sunburn and sweated my brains out.  I preferred the latter.  What’s up MI?!

4.  Poor Simon seriously missed me.  He barely leaves my side and wakes me up many times a night – I think he just wants to make sure I’m still there.  I always miss the little guy as well so we had a nice reunion.

5.   Foods.  I miss some of the food I had in New Orleans.  I will get more into this in my next post but I definitely enjoyed all that the city/culture has to offer.  At the same time, I suffered for this!  I’m transitioning back into my normal lifestyle.  In some ways it’s harder than I anticipated.  I really did forget how easy it is to go out and pick up ready made food as opposed to cooking.  Now, I don’t want to cook.  However, I’m back to that point where I think I’m hungry but feel crummy so I can’t tell.  As sadistic as it sounds, it was worth it!

does there really need to be a caption here?!

6.  Exercising.  Again, another topic I will touch on in my next post but we barely sat down while there.  I even went for a run with one of my travel mates!  It was great!  Since he is fairly new to the running scene I think it was the first time for him to run in a foreign city (or at least recently).  We both agreed it was best way to get your bearings and see interesting things.  Not to mention, people said we were bad asses.  I want to keep up this momentum despite me wanting so much rest.

7.  Lack of blogging – I’ve missed writing and you all!  I need to kick start my posting/reading back in action!

8.  Actually having a schedule to follow.  This is probably the biggest difficulty for me.  I love not having a schedule but I also appreciate a routine – yep, there is no way to make me happy.  Getting back into the routine takes energy and intentionality, which I’m currently working through.  In New Orleans, it was simply more fluid; Saturday and Sunday I didn’t even know what day it was or have a clear understanding of time.  It was pretty nifty.  My alarm went off in the morning and I couldn’t figure out what the noise was or why it as assaulting my brain.

I have a feeling many of you can relate to these types of “concerns” whether it be a vacation or any kind of upheaval of regular life.  Next post I’m going to detail some specifics of my trip that definitely deserve high lighting.  Can’t wait to catch up with all of you as well!

the impending hauntings of me

I’m on an official countdown to my three day weekend… actually by the time I post this it will be even CLOSER – excitement!

I love days off from the daily grind.  I don’t always use the time wisely but sleeping in when I’m supposed to be at work is nice.  It makes it seem even more special than sleeping in on the weekend.  I relish not having to set an alarm.  Tomorrow?  I’m headed out to B & R for an ice cream coffee milkshake (yep – totally accepting this flies in the face of yesterday’s whiny post about sugar), and it is “sugar free”!  Yay!  Bring on weird chemicals!

my message to dairy

I do have some reasoning behind it though.  I’m going to test out some Lactaide to see if this helps with some of my tummy upset with regards to dairy.  I can do a little bit but when it comes in giant helpings, it’s a game changer.  Since I will be traveling next week, I won’t have as much control over my coffee ingredients and I want to try a bunch of foods.  I recognize taking pills in order to eat is a bit on the ridiculous side but in this case, I’m okay with it.

The other night I was sort of drifting in and out of sleep on the couch.  It was late but it seemed like too much effort to get off of the couch, take my meds, take out my contacts, wash my face and then go to bed.  So, I was laying there and suddenly my brain started thinking about our housing arrangements for New Orleans.  There are a couple of us staying in a house-share type deal and my brain went all Supernatural on me.  GHOSTS.

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Listen folks, I believe in ghosts.  I know my last apt was haunted and I am anticipating this one will be too.  Because you know, it’s the south and New Orleans – I think everything is haunted down there.  I’ve decided I will need to be able to pick my room and be able to feel out the ju-ju to make sure it doesn’t feel ghosty.  If all of them do, I’m going to put some salt around my bed.

Naturally, by me simply thinking of this means I am going to have some vivid dreams/nightmares while I am down there.  Due to my extremely active imagination, I can make things come true in my mind.  My doubting travel companions shake their heads in skepticism but they’ve been warned.  Hope they can fall back to sleep when I start crying out in the night!

maybe I should just try this option…

Oh and I plan on going to some variation of a fortune-teller and/or a psychic.  Not the crystal ball type, maybe taro cards?  I’m not quite sure which one just yet and this will certainly play into my weirdo brain even more.  What can I say?  I’m masochist!

Would you ever go to a fortune-teller/psychic?