Luna Bars were on sale!! For a DOLLAR!
I bought 2 cases. :D
(OK, nooooow I'm waiting for lightning to strike. Life can't possibly continue to be this good.)
Friday, June 30, 2006
Oh, and the Really Really Best Part...
Today my weight hit a new low (47 down!) AND a few days ago I got into the next smaller size of jeans (18)!!
Great Way to End a Bad Day
The wonderful bike ride I went on Wednesday was actually the first good thing that happened that particular day, of which I'd spent a good portion crying for various reasons (the primary one being I learned my plans to be in London and Paris with dear friends over Christmas/My Birthday/New Year's were dead, because we didn't have time to come up with the $2000 down payment, which I learned at lunchtime that day was due that day).
So, going on my first real workout in weeks and having it go well was exactly what I needed that night. And then it just kept getting better.
Shortly after I got home - hadn't even changed out of my bike gear - my friend Debbie called to announce she was on her way over for a joy ride in her Grandma's birthday present. She's storing the surprise in her garage for 2 more weeks and wanted us to have fun with it first. Needless to say I was all over it.
So I grabbed a beer - 'cause hey, it's got cupholders - and we (me, Debbie and her sister) cruised our neighborhood in this ridiculous Nascar-themed bright green golf car. It was freakin' hysterical and we laughed our asses off.
The funniest part was that, while we were tooling along, a guy on a Harley went by. Then we were stopped to chat by yet another neighbor, and while we were sitting there the Harley guy came back around. It was my friend Jim. He lives in another part of town, so this was a major coincidence.
He'd just been out for ride, enjoying the nice day. And then he passes us and is thinking "Was that?!... Michelle??? ...drinking beer in a Nascar golf cart?!?" So he turned around to find out if it was really me or if he had inadvertently taken some powerful drugs.
So that was a blast. Then I got home to find my friend Regner calling to see if I was available to go out with his girlfriend Friday night (she only recently moved here and was a bit shy about calling me herself, which I thought was adorable considering she and I have already spent an evening drinking together). She was setting up a girl's night out because she got tickets to the Chicago Symphony at Ravinia!!!
The best part was that she didn't know it's a gorgeous outdoor venue and we get to bring a picnic, and she was sooo happy when I told her. (Oddly enough, just a few weeks ago I scored a brand-spanking-new, tags-intact Ravinia backpack at a garage sale and have been looking for an excuse to use it.) A few quick phone calls later we had our foursome - none of the girls hesitated for a second to jump on board. We're so excited it's not even funny. This is going to be So. Much. FUN!
I guess the powers that be were trying to make up for losing out on Europe, because I when the day ended I'd completely forgotten my disappointment and only had things to be happy about.
So, going on my first real workout in weeks and having it go well was exactly what I needed that night. And then it just kept getting better.
Shortly after I got home - hadn't even changed out of my bike gear - my friend Debbie called to announce she was on her way over for a joy ride in her Grandma's birthday present. She's storing the surprise in her garage for 2 more weeks and wanted us to have fun with it first. Needless to say I was all over it.
So I grabbed a beer - 'cause hey, it's got cupholders - and we (me, Debbie and her sister) cruised our neighborhood in this ridiculous Nascar-themed bright green golf car. It was freakin' hysterical and we laughed our asses off.The funniest part was that, while we were tooling along, a guy on a Harley went by. Then we were stopped to chat by yet another neighbor, and while we were sitting there the Harley guy came back around. It was my friend Jim. He lives in another part of town, so this was a major coincidence.
He'd just been out for ride, enjoying the nice day. And then he passes us and is thinking "Was that?!... Michelle??? ...drinking beer in a Nascar golf cart?!?" So he turned around to find out if it was really me or if he had inadvertently taken some powerful drugs.
So that was a blast. Then I got home to find my friend Regner calling to see if I was available to go out with his girlfriend Friday night (she only recently moved here and was a bit shy about calling me herself, which I thought was adorable considering she and I have already spent an evening drinking together). She was setting up a girl's night out because she got tickets to the Chicago Symphony at Ravinia!!!
The best part was that she didn't know it's a gorgeous outdoor venue and we get to bring a picnic, and she was sooo happy when I told her. (Oddly enough, just a few weeks ago I scored a brand-spanking-new, tags-intact Ravinia backpack at a garage sale and have been looking for an excuse to use it.) A few quick phone calls later we had our foursome - none of the girls hesitated for a second to jump on board. We're so excited it's not even funny. This is going to be So. Much. FUN!
I guess the powers that be were trying to make up for losing out on Europe, because I when the day ended I'd completely forgotten my disappointment and only had things to be happy about.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Scenic Summer
After nearly 3 solid weeks of inactivity I've been dying to get back into the swing of things, but have been fearful of aggravating my various injuries. The one thing I thought I could probably do was bike, so after getting the go-ahead from Sports Massage Therapist Holly I ditched work a little early and took Donna out for a spin.
I meant to take it slow and easy and make it short, just to see how I felt. 30 minutes tops. I knew there was no guarantee some part of my damaged anatomy - knees, calves, low back, shoulder - wouldn't start screaming at any moment, so instead of my routine cruise down the endless bike trail, I decided to explore the neighborhoods near my house.
A half hour in I knew I should have gone home, but I felt fine and I just couldn't talk Donna into turning around. We explored the drunkenly winding streets and cul-de-sacs of the neighborhood across the road. Still she urged me on, refusing to return to her prison in the dim and dusty garage.
We rode on, heading into the next neighborhood. Still wanting to keep close to home, instead of continuining east to the trail we turned down every side street, investigating a neighborhood I knew only to pass through. We exhausted every hidden Trail and Lane and Court, but still, when we reached the street that led home she would not turn back.
So we took the next side street, this time to the left. This one wandered off from a 3-way stop in a direction I'd never been, never thought of going. We struggled briefly, almost crashed because we were forced to stop on an uphill to allow half a dozen cars to pass before we could take the left. But Donna really wanted to go, and once I took my first real look down that open, inviting street, so did I.
I still can't believe what I found back there. Nothing extraordinary, mind you. Just extraordinary to me, a kid who grew up in an isolated rural area. I guess I never believed such things existed outside of a Norman Rockwell painting.
Kids were riding their bikes in the quiet streets. Gathered in driveways, eating dripping ice cones. Playing with dogs that inevitably barked at my passing. The buzzing drone of lawnmowers underscored the laughter and the barking and the wind in my ears. It was so peaceful.
Then I turned a corner and passed an idyllic little pond, sunlight glinting off its still waters, and was once again amazed. How could I have not known about this lovely little tableau, so close to my own home?
After making a tentative exploration into the edges of this new neighborhood, the fifth of the ride, I finally succombed to reason and headed back; this time Donna didn't fight me. On the surface, I was satisfied with my workout - I managed 12 miles in 60 minutes, held a nice relaxed cadence between 75-85 and my HR in the 140s. Perfect, I think, for an active recovery ride.
But I found myself happy on a deeper level. My injury had forced me to slow down and look at what was right in front of me, and I found myself enamored with what I found right here in my own back yard.
I meant to take it slow and easy and make it short, just to see how I felt. 30 minutes tops. I knew there was no guarantee some part of my damaged anatomy - knees, calves, low back, shoulder - wouldn't start screaming at any moment, so instead of my routine cruise down the endless bike trail, I decided to explore the neighborhoods near my house.
A half hour in I knew I should have gone home, but I felt fine and I just couldn't talk Donna into turning around. We explored the drunkenly winding streets and cul-de-sacs of the neighborhood across the road. Still she urged me on, refusing to return to her prison in the dim and dusty garage.
We rode on, heading into the next neighborhood. Still wanting to keep close to home, instead of continuining east to the trail we turned down every side street, investigating a neighborhood I knew only to pass through. We exhausted every hidden Trail and Lane and Court, but still, when we reached the street that led home she would not turn back.
So we took the next side street, this time to the left. This one wandered off from a 3-way stop in a direction I'd never been, never thought of going. We struggled briefly, almost crashed because we were forced to stop on an uphill to allow half a dozen cars to pass before we could take the left. But Donna really wanted to go, and once I took my first real look down that open, inviting street, so did I.
I still can't believe what I found back there. Nothing extraordinary, mind you. Just extraordinary to me, a kid who grew up in an isolated rural area. I guess I never believed such things existed outside of a Norman Rockwell painting.
Kids were riding their bikes in the quiet streets. Gathered in driveways, eating dripping ice cones. Playing with dogs that inevitably barked at my passing. The buzzing drone of lawnmowers underscored the laughter and the barking and the wind in my ears. It was so peaceful.
Then I turned a corner and passed an idyllic little pond, sunlight glinting off its still waters, and was once again amazed. How could I have not known about this lovely little tableau, so close to my own home?
After making a tentative exploration into the edges of this new neighborhood, the fifth of the ride, I finally succombed to reason and headed back; this time Donna didn't fight me. On the surface, I was satisfied with my workout - I managed 12 miles in 60 minutes, held a nice relaxed cadence between 75-85 and my HR in the 140s. Perfect, I think, for an active recovery ride.
But I found myself happy on a deeper level. My injury had forced me to slow down and look at what was right in front of me, and I found myself enamored with what I found right here in my own back yard.
Monday, June 26, 2006
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