Shine Bright Like Bacon

It's been a little over a week since my last post, and I've chosen to space out my entries to avoid any overwhelming amount of blog posts. I also have ADD, so it's hard to sit down and type, when your brain is bouncing off the walls. Figuratively of course, otherwise that'd be messy.

This man is doing it right. 

My friend started her 2nd Round of Chemo, and she's rocking it so far. The official fundraising meeting for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society race(s) is in August, so I'm really looking forward to that. I've come up with some ideas as to how to do this, and I can't wait to get started. As for this week in training, it went well. I was able to run more than walk for an average time of an hour. I did get some unexpected running day breaks due to our weather.

Our streets were flooded recently, and I basically had to paddle board my way around in order to get some workout done. With weather like that, it'd be the ideal training scenario for a triathlon competitor- which I'm nowhere near of being! I also had the lovely discomfort of some weird pain that ran from my foot to my bikini line. What was more uncomfortable was texting one of my doctor friends about it, and getting a "and what exactly were you up to, young lady?!" reply instead of what I asked. The solution: Advil + Bengay.
Anyway, during the rainy days I did Power Yoga at home instead, and it was fantastic. It's funny how things have changed over the years!

"I heard you fell during Yoga. GOOD."- Grumpy Cat

A little over ten years ago I decided to try this new trendy yoga thing everyone was doing, and I signed up at my parents' [hotel] club to take my very first class. The room where it was given had a mirror wall, and the rest was like a glass encasing, overlooking the tennis court and pool.

That glorious morning, I got up, drove over, picked a mat, and followed the instructions. I was not counting, however, on a huge distraction. As we were doing a Downward Dog with the leg up, a stunningly gorgeous young man (think of a blend of Henry Cavill + Ian Somerhalder)  walked out of the tennis court, and since he seemed hot, took off his shirt, and walked towards the pool.

The visual overload was such, that I couldn't get my eyes off of him, and as he walked away my head kept turning. In a split second I fell flat on my back making a very loud noise, scaring everyone there, and making the instructor run to aid me. I could barely breathe, and I was told not to move while everyone in class came to my rescue as well. I turned 50 Shades of PURPLE, because red wasn't enough for my embarrassment, and I gave up yoga for good. (But joke's on me!)

So now that I'm 30 (yikes!), my body actually craves yoga. I'll take this opportunity to apologize to my friends who expressed this craving in earlier years, and I teased them endlessly. If you'll excuse me, I have a big ol' plate with my [sugarcoated] words in it which I have to go eat.

Sugarcoated-ly yours,
This Young Lady. [B]

(Yes, I just made up a word. Get over it!)