It’s a really good thing I saved my feet by wearing flip-flops all weekend.
Because after more than my fair share of this…
And also endless lunch leftovers from cooking Bailey’s Birthday Brunch…
Bailey loved it when we made biscuits and gravy for champagne brunch a few months ago. We used her birthday weekend as an excuse to make it again…
I was more than ready to hit the gym. And sore feet would have been a disasterous set back.
Yes, I was definitely ready. I practically ran to the gym last night with open arms. Because that feeling of detoxing your system with a solid sweat session?
It ranks pretty high on the list of feel good moments. Sorry- workout nerd moment.
Because it makes me feel awesome, and there’s a solid chance I’ll be spotted in a bikini this coming weekend, I spent a few extra minutes doing various cardio in an ADD fashion.
18 minutes on the stairmill.
1.2-mile RUN. I say RUN because it was an 8:15 pace when the last few treadmill sessions were closer to 8:30′s.
16 minutes on the elliptical.
And because the weight room was a little too crowded for my liking (aka- people were on the whole two or three machines I use), I retreated back home to do some ab work on a yoga mat. In front of the tv. Multi-tasking at its finest.
Yes, I know longer workouts the week of a trip really don’t make that much of a difference in outward appearance.
My friends most definitely won’t look at me and say “well SOMEONE has been spending an extra 5 minutes a few days this week.” Quite frankly, if they did, I may push them into the pool out of annoyance.
But it’s a confidence boost. And if all it takes is an extra lil’ push here and there? I can handle that.
And like I said, it’s all about sweating it out. No matter how you do it.
Too bad dancing with drinks in hand probably cancels itself out. Because in that case, this weekend we were workout superstars. If you don’t believe me, just ask these girls:
We taught Wrigleyville a move or two.
Or what not to do. Either/or.
After all the dancing activities, we all woke up in the same boat on Sunday morning. Most would have opted for a day of rest.
Us? Oh no…
When our plans to go see our favorite band, Rod Tuffcurls and the Benchpress, for Bailey’s birthday were cancelled due to NATO issues (assumably, crowd control was a safety issue in Wrigleyville on Saturday night), we decided to not let that get us down. As mentioned, we danced ourselves silly elsewhere. And waited patiently for the chance to check the boys out at Mayfest the next day- our first street festival of the season!
Because who doesn’t love an excuse to get outside and hang out in the streets while watching men with naked legs strum the guitar?
So yeah. Another long weekend down. Which means another full week of watching myself a lil’ better.
The vicious cycle continues.
No worries, though. I’m not sweatin’ it. Because the weekend was fun and there should never be regrets about that.
And I’m a weirdo that actually enjoys eating salad just as much as the cake and big brunch.
I don’t get it, either.
No more nights out for me until the weekend. Until then, it’s spending as much time running around outside enjoying the weather and chillin’ at home with the whole gang:
One of Bailey’s birthday gifts was a Tiger Beat magazine. So we now have someone to keep up company when cooking.
And maybe even give us a look when sneaking into the refrigerator for late night snackage.
Winning on so many levels.
Alright, kids. I gotta go. Time for coffee and a little more work on getting this hand stamp from Mayfest to wash off.
It’s like they tattooed it on.
Help!
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