So here's how my Saturday went: Just before 6 am (yes, that's 6 am on a Saturday morning), I put on my t-shirt and workout capris. I brushed my hair and headed out the door to nail the garage sale signs to the street corner light posts. Sure enough, some bozo saw me nailing and decided he would come to the garage sale - an hour before the thing started. Of course, Molly had not arrived, so I had to man the sale by myself. Naturally, Dude bought nothing, and had no guilt about being there early.
Anyhoo, Molly soon arrived bringing Sonic drinks, and the garage sale was in full swing. Since I hate garage sales (and since Molly was keeping all the proceeds), I spent most of the morning inside. I left the house at 8:00, headed to go walk with my fellow butt campers with whom I'm going to do the Country Music Marathon. Our plan was to walk 4 miles, then attend the Saturday free butt camp put on by our leader, Josh. Yes, you read correctly - FOUR MILES AND THEN AN HOUR OF BUTT CAMP WORKING OUT. We may be fine specimens of female prowess and athletic-ness (well, some of us, anyway), but sometimes all that physical exertion thwarts our thinking process.
We did our four miles, managing a little sweat along the way. We finished in time to start butt camp with the other ladies, and proceeded to run, side shuffle, jump rope, lift weights, crunch, sit-up, push-up, and other assorted activities which involved more profuse sweating. We finished the session by running (theoretically) up a hill and down and back up. Soon I was headed back home.
The garage sale was still in progress. Molly's friend (a very effective garage sale saleswoman) had set up shop and customers were busy looking and picking and haggling and buying. It was too intense for me, so I decided to go warm the couch and rest my eyes. I managed to get up in time to get chicken taco salads for us and surf the Internet. Miraculously, soon the time came that Molly called the garage sale over.
Now it was time to load up all the crap and box it up for Goodwill, or so I thought. Instead we loaded it in the car to unload at Molly's house for a future garage sale. The boxes were a bit dingy, so soon my pristine white t-shirt was pretty dingy itself. The boxes were delivered to Molly's house, just in time to get a call from Sam requesting the red chairs that did not sell in the garage sale, that he brought over last week because they did not want them, but they did now. We also were to bring over the recliner that they already had the match for.
We took the chairs over and reloaded the car with the chairs they didn't want, along with some recycling and laundry (their dryer isn't hooked up yet). By this time (and that time would be 7 pm), I was a pretty sight. My hair was last brushed at 6 am, my shirt was sweaty and dingy, and I still had on my workout capris. I had removed my running shoes and had on my Disney crocs. My entire body was coated with various layers of sweat. I had taken out my contact lens and was wearing my glasses. In other words, I was lovely.
Most people would be ready for a shower, and I certainly had that on my to-do list. But Steve was hankering for some french toast, and suggested we go to Cracker Barrell. So we did, Steve and the homeless lady that he brought to dinner.
The good news is that I saw no one I knew at Cracker Barrel. I can only hope that no one I knew saw me!!
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Today's blessings: Molly's garage sale and the characters who came; four miles with Karen, Karen, Gloria, and Sharon; taco salad for lunch; clearing out the garage sale; Cracker Barrel with Steve
1. Watch "Sex and the City 2." The sheer stupidity and absurdity of the plot is brain numbing enough, but factor in the costuming and length of the movie, and you have a recipe for a very dull brain. Of course, if you were silly enough to watch the whole thing AFTER reading the reviews (both from professional reviewers and family), then it probably wasn't a far stretch for your pea-sized brain to go completely numb.
This morning, a few friends and I completed the Runnin' To Beat The Blues 5K. Gloria and husband Jim ran the dang thang but very sweetly waited until the rest of us finished. Karen B, Karen P, and I alternated walking, jogging, and ambling, and managed to finish just ahead of the last few stragglers still out on the course. I'm not sure when the duck finished.
This week I attended all five days of boot camp. Every night before I went to bed, I told myself that if I overslept the next morning, then I would be okay with skipping boot camp for that day. But I never overslept. One day I had about five minutes to get dressed and out the door, but I made it. I wondered every day if I would make it through the session and still maintain a heartbeat by the end, but each day I not only maintained a heartbeat, but possibly improved my overall health.
It's the first day of spring. Summer is less than 100 days away. I've lost 0 pounds, but have a new plan (I just haven't figured it out yet). Flowers are blossoming and the grass is getting green (except for the sod from last fall - the mower dude said it would still be a few weeks). The official change of seasons has come, so I guess it's time to get things going.
So here's how my Saturday went: Just before 6 am (yes, that's 6 am on a Saturday morning), I put on my t-shirt and workout capris. I brushed my hair and headed out the door to nail the garage sale signs to the street corner light posts. Sure enough, some bozo saw me nailing and decided he would come to the garage sale - an hour before the thing started. Of course, Molly had not arrived, so I had to man the sale by myself. Naturally, Dude bought nothing, and had no guilt about being there early.
Earlier this week, while travelling down to Mississippi and back, I noticed how many storage building businesses there were along the way. It seemed that every town had at least two "U Store It" places. In other words, there is a profitable market for people who have so much stuff that they can't store it in their own homes.
It doesn't take much for someone to sell me something. Case in point: I have signed up for a half-marathon because there is a "special medal" involved. And a discount coupon. Oh, and it's at Disney World. Tomorrow at noon I will sign up for a half-marathon relay for the exact same reasons.
In order to recover from the lost hour of sleep last night, I decided to do nothing today. Actually, I didn't decide to officially do absolutely nothing until I had already spent several hours practicing doing absolutely nothing, but I had to practice to see if it would be worth the non-trouble. Trust me - it totally was.
I've been busy this week, catching up and yet still getting behind. I've been trying to get back in a routine, yet I'm still flying by the seat of my rather ample pants. I've been trying to get back to normal, only to find that normal is still way off yonder in the distance.
I'm home again, hopefully for awhile, but we'll discuss that later. We got up this morning and jogged a 5K, then drove home in good weather until the last three hours, when the rain started. But we persevered and now we're home. There's unpacking and cleaning and mail reading and catching up, but we're home.
Tomorrow, after the ESPN The Weekend 5K, Steve and I will load up the car with the remaining 600 suitcases/sacks/bags/boxes and head home. Our vacation will be over.
The third most important thing in my life are my friends. They give me the chance to view new avenues in this life that might be worth considering. They help me define my life by offering new ideas, new adventures, and new perspectives based on their lives that they share with me.