And so I took FULL advantage of it.
Last night I was so worried about missing my alarm (therefore missing the PT test), that I slept terribly. I was waking up every 2 hours — wishing (can’t believe I’m writing this) that’d the clock would read 4:30 so I could just stop sleeping.
4:30am finally hit. Yes.
PT test = success. Ran my fastest 2 mile. I don’t even know the exact time, but it was somewhere in the 13 or 14 minutes.
The rest of the day, until 3:00… I got to rest. Relax. Hang out. Do whatever the heck I felt like. It was like an extra day added onto the weekend. Totally what I needed.
I prepped a bunch of meals. Spilled them all over the floor. Cursed at the miniature size of my hotel kitchen. Took a nap. Did a yoga podcast. Read a million blog posts. And went to the gym. Bliss I tell you, sheer bliss.
So… I’m fairly certain that the cleaning ladies love cleaning my room. I’m going to toot my own horn and claim that my room is their favorite. It’s always clean. Hardly ever leave dishes in the sink. It smells good. And my crap is put away so it’s easy for them to do their job. I say this because a lot of times soldiers leave their doors open. It’s human nature… I can’t help but look inside the wide open door. Holy SMOKES!! Those rooms are FILTHY!!!
Today when I got back from the gym, housekeeping hadn’t gotten to my room yet. I needed my trash taken out and fresh towels. I was gone all weekend so the sheets weren’t really a priority. The lady was SO nice to me, “Are you SURE you don’t want me to change your sheets??” “No, it’s good — but thank you! And thank you for the towels!!”
I’m already thinking about the things that I’m going to miss about BOLC. The cleaning service: Fresh sheets all the time, clean towels, vacuuming, dusting, mopping, trash taken out, bathroom cleaning, TP supplying… you get my drift — I’m going to miss this aspect.
Additionally, I’m really going to miss Carl and Dave. We’re already planning trips to New York/Colorado/San Francisco and birthday gatherings. And occasionally we talk about how unfortunate it’s going to be when we don’t live mere steps from each other. Sadness.
Today at the gym, on top of the PT test, I did some craziness. Fitnessista has posted some really awesome elliptical workouts. They’ve been great for me given the hurt achilles and all (which is totally healed now, by the way). It gives me structure and a goal – instead of just hopping on for 40 minutes and wanting to poke my eye balls out.
Today I did this, compliments of her:
It was FAAAAAAA-bulous!!
Then I did something that I thought was going to be easy. But ended up killing me:
5 Rounds for Time:
100 Jumping Jacks
100 Mountain Climbers
Holy Tollito. Talk about a fire-breather. I was like a blob on the floor when I finally finished. I seriously thought I picked an easy, light workout – but was so wrong. That’s the thing with CrossFit. Sometimes workouts look really easy and then you find that they are the absolute, complete oposite. Never judge a workout by its’ cover.
Since class didn’t start until 3, it was very short. We did an AAR (after action review) on MOD B. We talked about the things that the instructors/people in charge can do to improve the course.
Since I already worked out twice today, I came home to make dinner. Carl let me use his George Foreman to grill a salmon patty. Add that to already prepped salad in a box…. waa-LA! Deeeee-lish!
Tonight will include girl talk with one of my favorites — G.I. Jane — of whom I dedicate this adorable picture/saying to:
And then I’m off to bed. Pop a benadryl and we’ll be smoooooooth sailin’ !!
Thoughts… 2012 did not include a winter for me. I pretty much went straight from Fall to Summer. I mean, I’m not complaining or anything, it’s just weird. I sport tank tops every day that I’m not in uniform. And when I’m in Tucson I’m either wearing shorts or I wish I were wearing shorts.
That explains my already (border-line-SUPER) dark tan lines. I’m tellin’ you… Me living to Tucson is becoming more and more of a goal than an idea. MamaG doesn’t support this. hehe.
If you need a good laugh, watch this:
Every. Single. Word. Is. 100%. Accurate. Oh… and hilarious.