I started off the weekend Friday by being the victim of a hit and run in the YMCA parking lot. WHO does that?! Not cool dude. Or dudette. Even if you don't believe in karma do you at least believe in DOING THE RIGHT THING?!
Apparently not. I do not understand humans
I needed some WOOSAH after that, so I went home and took my first ever one of these baths:
I soaked in the tub for the first time in months (a year maybe?!) which was nice and relaxing (I even turned out the lights and lit a candle. ROMANTIC, PARTY OF ONE), but I can't say that I really felt much of anything from the Epsom salt. Perhaps it's more for sore muscles than injured tissue, but I'll give it a few more tries.
I then settled in for a night of takeout and watching movies I've seen a hundred times. SO EXCITING. Including This is Where I Leave You. Which I've seen at least a half dozen times now and love. I actually checked this book out of the library earlier this summer, but never got around to reading it before it was due. Anyway, if you haven't seen it, I'd recommend. Also, Jason Bateman. SOLD.
On Saturday, I lifted my exercise ban because it was gorgeous outside and I just couldn't take it anymore. 6 days. That's how long I lasted.
Went for a little hike with my friend and her dog:
And then went out for tapas and DANCING!! All the dancing. The 'lawnmower' and 'tossed salad' moves made an appearance and I didn't care who was watching. We were in a giddy mood and I have not acted that ridiculous in quite some time. I blame the entire week of self imposed rest and pent up energy.
After all that wine and dancing, I woke up with an intense craving for this Sunday morning:
Later, I went for a 4 mile walk. Anddddddddddd yesterday I totally paid for all that time on my feet. My leg, hamstring and now hip (?!) are all sore. You win some you lose some.
In other news, 3 MORE WEEKS UNTIL I'M ON THE WEST COAST! I'm bringing my dance moves with me. WATCH OUT!
When was the last time you shook your groove thang?
Do you watch the same movies over and over like me?!
I usually only get the opportunity to dance my heart out once a year at my holiday party for work. This year I was sick as a dog and missed out! Next year... :-)
ReplyDeleteAwww I remember that. I remember when you were so sick around the holidays. Terrible. Maybe you can bring your dancing shoes on your vacay that is coming up soon?!
DeleteWhat a punk ass bitch. I've gotten hit and run on so many times. Nothing tooooooo bad, but definitely some cosmetic damage. And at the YMCA. WHAT ABOUT BROTHERHOOD
ReplyDeleteAww thanks for being so mad for me Suze! I know you got my back. And yeah at the YMCA. HAHA the brotherhood?! Nonexistent at this location apparently. Wah wah
DeleteWhen I was driving to work this morning, that song by The Weekend came on...I don't know why he can't feel his face, but every time I hear it, I want to shake my money maker! Do you think I can run to it and not stop to dance in the street?
ReplyDeleteHaha Do it! I love dancing like a maniac in the car and what I love even more is seeing other people dancing in their cars completely unawares that I'm watching! HAHAH I hope that didn't sound too creepy
DeleteI've heard all sorts of great things about epsom salt baths--I want to try one at some point!
ReplyDeleteI don't last very long on exercise bans either, haha. x_x The place where you went hiking is so pretty! :]
I was very excited to try the Epsom salt bath but it kinda disappointed me! Maybe I didn't use enough! I'd be interested to know your impressions after you give it a go!
DeleteSounds like an amazing weekend! I've never had tapas before and good luck on your move to the west coast!
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Ah tapas are so good! They are little dishes so its a great way to taste lots of different things at one meal, and really nice for sharing with everyone at the table if you are into that!
DeleteOh, how I love a dance party featuring ridiculous moves. So much better than, like, actually caring about who is watching you. I'm sorry about the hit and run! RUDE.
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