This weekend I went to a women’s roller derby game. Wow. Just wow. Those women have balls. I mean not actual balls but balls like “don’t mess with me” kind of balls.
The main thing I learned while watching this game? That I want to be a roller derby girl.
In roller derby it is completely appropriate to dress wildly – like pairing fishnet stockings with neon roller blades and pigtails and tattoos are a requirement.
Tonight our new couches arrive so last night we cleared out the old ones. Our living room is empty except for the TV. In our family that means it’s an air mattress night. We get out the huge air mattress and have a slumber party. Banana thinks it’s like Spring Break Gone Wild for 7 year olds so she begs us to let her sleep on it all night. We let her. That’s what being a kid is about, right?
Rambo and I attended the wake for the Dad of one of my oldest friends. I was soooo nervous. I know her entire family and I just knew I’d never get out of there without doing the ugly, snot dripping, gasping for breath cry. I’m pretty sure even my internal organs were filled with hives…but I did it. I never dropped a single tear and she and her family thanked us for coming. The whole thing left me contemplative for a few hours afterwards.
This weekend is Rambo’s second weekend off which means it’s also the last for another 6 weeks. We plan to make it a good one. And by good one, I mean we’ll be shipping our kids off to the sitter’s house.
We have a birthday party to go to for one of our Harley club members. Prior to that, Rambo and I will cook some dips and take a big, fat, naked nap so we can stay out until the wee hours of the morning and not be tired. That will be followed up by sleeping in until noon.
Seriously. Is that not the definition of bliss to you?
Of course, I’m nervous about the party but I’ll get through it. By get through it I mean that I’ll go buy a completely new outfit for it so I can look and feel smashing. Ha!
I’m so exhausted from the time change. It’s completely reedick. Last night, I contemplated not working out but got on the treadmill anyway. I did 60 minutes and it was one of those nights where it was hard.
The meds I’m on for my high BP and migraines can make me feel very fatigued and winded during exertion. Jesus balls. Isn’t that nice? I mean it’s hard enough to work out without your internal body literally fighting you the whole time.
A few times last night I thought I might hork. << notice I didn’t use the P word. I did less jogging and did more incline work at 12%. Let me tell you – a 12% incline for my short legs is like climbing Mt. Everest. With a donkey on my back. Barefoot. Or something like that.
It wasn’t fun but when I was done – it felt good to have done it. I stared at my quotes and pictures and goal and motivational sayings poster A LOT during my workout. I needed the mental push. I was watching Biggest Loser at the same time and regardless of what you think of the show – try being on a treadmill and watching it. When you see a contestant that weighs over 300 pounds running at the speed of light on a treadmill – you feel pretty lame for walking at a speed of 2.0.
If they can do it, I sure as hell can.
I also may or may not pretend that the trainers are talking directly to me.
Don’t judge. It works.
I guess what I’m trying to say to myself is that I have no valid excuses not to get healthy – even when the excuse is real like a med inside of my body that I can’t control.
I have to “do it anyway” every day.
If it takes pretending that Jillian and Bob are screaming in my ear through the TV…well then…so be it.
I never said I was sane.