oh yeah, and turn 50.
So...how am I doing on these goals? To date, I'm not going to Italy (lots of reasons..."next summer for sure!" she said), and now the fitness/weight loss thing just got a bit more interesting.
I was on track to follow through on the fitness goals though. Saturday started with a perfect June-Gloom morning, which meant it was perfect for a run through Balboa Park with The Herd, first time we had gotten together, all four of us, for a run for months. I logged a sweet and easy 7 miles.
|Elsie, stopping to smell the roses.|
|Yes, my hat is in Elsie's face. She needs to let me know about these things|
|Impressive, over-the-shoulder-action-photo skillz Alice!! Betty, Elsie, and Mik in action! Yes, I know this isn't a trail, but it becomes one, trust me.|
|Stopping at Buckaneer Beach for coffee and a breakfast sandwich after 20 miles of riding...YUM!|
|On the Oceanside Pier|
As many times as I've run in, to, and around Oceanside, I've never been on the pier...it was quite lovely. We saw the starting point of a coast to coast ride.
On Tuesday afternoon, I went to work out with my trainer (can we talk about how incredibly week my left arm is?), then I did a spin class.
The fitness plan was going so well, and I've been so proud of myself. I haven't been injured in a couple of years. I started working with a trainer to get stronger.
Of course this meant that I was about to do something really stupid, right?
Later Tuesday night, I was walking to the kitchen from the bedroom to get a bed-side glass of water for the evening. I've done this walk about a gagillion times in the dark, only on Tuesday night, I decided to multitask and check my very, very, super, important Twitter updates as I was went and....
WHO THE SAM-HECK LEFT THE #!@#&!! CHAIR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM?
I internally screeched as I slammed my little toe onto the cursed chair....It was a dead on hit from what I can gather (it was dark, so I didn't see the chair, the impact, or anything else for that matter). Yeah, we've all hit our toes on random furniture about a bazillion times, only I knew pretty quickly that this particular toe-stub was different because the pain didn't subside....I ended up taking Motrin just to get to sleep and by morning, the area around my little toe had started to turn a subtle shade of greenish.
|And this little (greenish) piggy cried "wee, wee, wee" all the way home.|
Now it is two days later and I still can't wear a shoe...flip-flops only, which isn't a bad thing in SoCal in the summer, unless of course, one wants to go for a run or a ride, or something that requires shoe-wear of some sort.
I'm hoping it's just a pretty bad bruise and not a fracture or something and that if I'm a very, very, very, good girl, it'll heal. Please send me and my littlest toe all your good-karma-thoughts. We need it.
But I'm still pissed. If and when I injure myself, I sorta want it to happen because I was actually exercising or doing something interesting, not because I was walking to my own G.D. kitchen...
|...Day 2 of "this little piggy" watch. Less green, more purplish, and a new pedicure... I figured, why the heck not?|
In case you're wondering, I'm still on track to turn 50 this summer (GAH!).