Hey, hey party people! Are there still readers out there? I heard someone whistle.
Murphy would like to remind you that it’s National Pet Day! On the heels of National Sibling Day which made me quasi-sad because I am sans siblings (explains a lot, I know)…now THIS is something I can celebrate! Go Murph. You party animal you.
So it’s been awhile, what have I been up to lately?
Last weekend I tagged along (YES I was invited) to watch the boyfriend and friend play disc golf out in the wild, wild west. We’re talking wide open spaces- and me with two dogs who immediately took off in different directions and I spent three-hours trying to herd cats wrangle them.
They had a ball and I did not go into an anaphylactic shock, so it was an overall success. I can’t understand why the trees, grass and pollen are trying to kill me. Don’t they know my boyfriend works in environmental science!? Rude.
Murphy of course took every ounce of the 1 hour car ride to soak up my beautiful face. Gotta give it to the kid, he has good taste.
As for this weekend, the boyfriend has left me for a boys camping trip in the backwoods with limited cell reception. They are off to do boy-type things; I did not ask for details and probably won’t. This is unchartered territory for the lady-kind and I’d like to keep it that way. I made him promise that he wouldn’t “go off and find some hunny in the woods” and he promised he wouldn’t. He told me the fact that I have all of my teeth are really attractive to him. Such a sweetie.
In the world of fitness I’ve been doing anything that doesn’t involve running. Shamrock burnt me out and though I know I’ll get back into the love of running eventually, I’ve been enjoying other exercises. I’ve been dabbling with tennis, cardio-core home workouts (hidden cameras, eat your heart out) and a new (to me) thing called Heightened Yoga. Basically yoga meets Crossfit. It’s…interesting.
1. I don’t love yoga. But I like the idea of keeping things moving without falling asleep to “Sounds from the Far East.”
2. The whole time you’re thinking, “hot damn, I probably look like a new born calf” and you kind of do.
You’re leg(s) are strapped in and you’re balancing with every ounce of muscle, most of which you didn’t realize you have. But people are supportive and no one is looking at you. Take your eyes off focus and you’re flat on your face.
Let’s just say everyone else looks like this….
And whole time I’m thinking this…
Ya feel me?