Run went well. Hot. Hot. Hot. Although, we stuck to it and I completed the first run I have attempted in a few weeks. Lame, sure. I know. I signed up for a half in August and know that I am going to complete it. I think part of my problem is so mental. It's hot outside and so I internalize it. I make it worse than it actually is.
No more. I now have access to a pool on a daily basis and I am so utilizing it. I don't think my friend realizes it. His pool is going to be my second home for the summer.
I met an old friend for a quick meal and wine. It's always a pleasure to see Brandon even if we do meet once every six months. He's always entertaining, full of stories and livelihood. Plus, we went to one of my favorite bars in Tempe. Wine friendly....that is all I am going to say. While there, Brandon tagged me in a post on facebook. A few moments later and he stops and says--wow, that's odd. I mentioned that I was with you drinking wine and one of my fellow studens commented that she went to high school with you...small world, right?
I do think my issue with running in Arizona is mental. I've convinced myself that it's hot and that I am miserable. Think about it, I am able to consistently attend heated yoga classes and I love it. I feel fantastic after spending an hour in that studio. Yesterday, about ten minutes in to class (more like five), I had a headache and a belief that I was dehydrated. Instead of leaving the class, I stayed and greatly benefitted from that decision. Sure, I was hot and I did have a mild headache. However, I stopped obsessing about it and just enjoyed the activity. What a difference an attitude change can have.
I guess I recognize how powerful my mind is at times. Especially when I really don't want to go running. Enough of that, I signed up for the Vegas full and I intend to show up and perform well. I need to so that I can enjoy the celebratory dinners after that event.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Productive Monday
Day off yesterday! Super productive, too. I received my bridesmaid dress (thankfully). They attempted to deliver it on Friday but since I was at work, I missed the opportunity. In the past, this has been an issue--to receive deliveries--and so I planned my day knowing I would be home from 10-3, to ensure a dress being delivered to me. If only the delivery would have been at 9:30, 10:00, even 11:15. I could have still went to yoga had that happened. It arrived at 11:45. No yoga. Regardless, now I have the dress. I was starting to get worried since the wedding is in September. I ordered the dress in March. Now that I have it, I can relax. I texted my friend that I had it, too. She seemed relieved.
Anyways, no yoga. I did a strength training video instead. I considered going for a run but it was hot. My bike tires are flat and so a ride was out of the question. On that note, I made an appointment to have my bike tuned up. There is a clicking that occurs between gears when I am riding. It is somewhat annoying. I have a free tune up if I use it within the first 90 days of owning it. If only I could have managed to arrange it for today. I could ride to work today instead of driving.
I forgot to mention that I did not drive, anywhere, yesterday. It was delightful. Productive day continued. Dress arrived, video used, bike maintenance arranged, and I spoke to the physicians group that is handling my bill. What a process that is. I paid the ambulance bill, surgeon and e.r. visit. A month after the fact, I receive the balance of the bill from the surgeon. Confused since I thought I had taken care of that when I went in for my follow up visit. I search for a number to call to figure out what is due and when it is due. I leave messages at the hospital with their billing department on three separate occasions. Not once, do they call me back. Eventually, I call the surgeon's office and their receptionist is able to direct me to the accurate number.
From here, I have made three calls to ensure some sort of closure. Still waiting to hear back about what is due from me and how to proceed. I just want it to be over with.
Afterwards, I attempted to reschedule a day drinking venture with my friend, Kristina. We have meet for wine on a few occasions and this time, we were planning on taking the light rail into Phoenix and exploring a few of those bars. Unfortunately, she had to back out of our plan. Instead of staying home in the sweltering afternoon heat, I headed towards Mill to enjoy wine solo. It was Shari's birthday and I wanted to celebrate with her in spirit. A few glasses of wine later and I made my home. Freaking hot. I was hoping to make it to 9 pm before turning on my a/c. That hour took forever. I almost didn't make it. I guess I had forgotten how hot it can be from 6-9 pm since typically I am working or out with friends. Ridiculous heat. Seriously. It is effing stifling. One more month in my current place and then hopefully, some relief.
Yes, yesterday was productive. Today, I hope to figure out my camera, hit up a yoga class and go running with Jeff later. I need to start training for the marathon in Vegas. I think part of my problem is mental. I know it is hot and I have a difficult time running in the heat. Or, better yet, I have had a problem running in the immense heat. Not anymore. Today is a new day and I will enjoy running in 100+ heat.
Anyways, no yoga. I did a strength training video instead. I considered going for a run but it was hot. My bike tires are flat and so a ride was out of the question. On that note, I made an appointment to have my bike tuned up. There is a clicking that occurs between gears when I am riding. It is somewhat annoying. I have a free tune up if I use it within the first 90 days of owning it. If only I could have managed to arrange it for today. I could ride to work today instead of driving.
I forgot to mention that I did not drive, anywhere, yesterday. It was delightful. Productive day continued. Dress arrived, video used, bike maintenance arranged, and I spoke to the physicians group that is handling my bill. What a process that is. I paid the ambulance bill, surgeon and e.r. visit. A month after the fact, I receive the balance of the bill from the surgeon. Confused since I thought I had taken care of that when I went in for my follow up visit. I search for a number to call to figure out what is due and when it is due. I leave messages at the hospital with their billing department on three separate occasions. Not once, do they call me back. Eventually, I call the surgeon's office and their receptionist is able to direct me to the accurate number.
From here, I have made three calls to ensure some sort of closure. Still waiting to hear back about what is due from me and how to proceed. I just want it to be over with.
Afterwards, I attempted to reschedule a day drinking venture with my friend, Kristina. We have meet for wine on a few occasions and this time, we were planning on taking the light rail into Phoenix and exploring a few of those bars. Unfortunately, she had to back out of our plan. Instead of staying home in the sweltering afternoon heat, I headed towards Mill to enjoy wine solo. It was Shari's birthday and I wanted to celebrate with her in spirit. A few glasses of wine later and I made my home. Freaking hot. I was hoping to make it to 9 pm before turning on my a/c. That hour took forever. I almost didn't make it. I guess I had forgotten how hot it can be from 6-9 pm since typically I am working or out with friends. Ridiculous heat. Seriously. It is effing stifling. One more month in my current place and then hopefully, some relief.
Yes, yesterday was productive. Today, I hope to figure out my camera, hit up a yoga class and go running with Jeff later. I need to start training for the marathon in Vegas. I think part of my problem is mental. I know it is hot and I have a difficult time running in the heat. Or, better yet, I have had a problem running in the immense heat. Not anymore. Today is a new day and I will enjoy running in 100+ heat.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Sunday thoughts
Recently, I have been dining in some incredible restaurants. San Diego, Cave Creek and a few eateries in Phoenix, too. My camera is typically with me at all times. Well, that is, until the elph started acting up. There is some issue with the motor. I believe this elph has a mind of its own. It is extremely frustrating to say the least.
I picked up a disposable one while visiting San Diego. I wanted to find film to put in my old school camera but that was challenging. I stopped by a few convenience stores and was s-o-l....lovely. So, I did the next best thing and bought a disposable one.
I am looking forward to viewing the surprise shots that I took while in California. I think I took some foodie type shots as well as photos with my friends. I know that I must get the camera thing figured out before my trip to Chicago. That, and my next dining experience. I do enjoy looking back on my food experiences. The colors, presentation, texture of food. Delicious!
I love my camera.
I must get it figured out and soon. And, I would like to illustrate the food I have recently sampled. I am some difficulty with that, too. I will get it all figured out and then display my experience at a cave creek eatery, San Diego and Phoenix. Til then, I will continue to drink wine, eat food and ultimately, taste life~
I picked up a disposable one while visiting San Diego. I wanted to find film to put in my old school camera but that was challenging. I stopped by a few convenience stores and was s-o-l....lovely. So, I did the next best thing and bought a disposable one.
I am looking forward to viewing the surprise shots that I took while in California. I think I took some foodie type shots as well as photos with my friends. I know that I must get the camera thing figured out before my trip to Chicago. That, and my next dining experience. I do enjoy looking back on my food experiences. The colors, presentation, texture of food. Delicious!
I love my camera.
I must get it figured out and soon. And, I would like to illustrate the food I have recently sampled. I am some difficulty with that, too. I will get it all figured out and then display my experience at a cave creek eatery, San Diego and Phoenix. Til then, I will continue to drink wine, eat food and ultimately, taste life~
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Last weekend
Morning! It seems that I am forever apologizing for taking a break from the blogging thing. I enjoy it. I do. I have been preoccupied with work, I suppose. I have experienced things that are interesting and post worthy. Only, I have neglected making time to blog about it.
This year has been full of visitors and mini trips to California. I love San Diego and it is a quick trip to escape some of the summer in AZ. Last weekend, I drove out to spectate the Marathon. After some consideration, I opted to spectate as opposed to running either the full or half. Mostly due to lack of training. I suppose I could have run the half. Probably not pretty, though.
Regardless, I rented a car to spare mileage on Veronica. When I hit 200,000 miles, I will have to get a new timing belt. I am trying to delay that purchase.
Imagine, my surprise, when the rental car starts to overheat an hour from San Diego. I turned the heat on and rolled the windows down. Prayed that I would make it. Scolded myself (a little) for renting the car. I knew that Veronica would have made it without fail. I made it to Alpine and stopped at the little brewery for a quick pint. I was relieved that the car made it and desperately wanting a celebratory beer. I walk up to the establishment and there is a line out the door. Being me and bartending for the majority of my adult life I walk straight into the bar. Unoccupied with two people working behind it. Patiently, I wait to make eye contact with one of the people working. I wait. And wait and wait. Eventually, this woman walks over to me as I am walking out to their bathroom and says--the beer line is out the door.
I say, I see that, and I only want a pint. I sat at the bar since it was completely open for service. She said, well, that is the beer line.
Incredulous, I make some retort about not understanding why the bar is completely open if they aren't serving beers from it. I continue to walk and she says, what would you like?
I told her I wanted a stout and that I was heading to use the facility. I return. She hands me the stout and says, again, the line is outside. Here is your stout.
I am still confused as to why they were forcing people to wait 20 minutes for a beer. It seemed completely ineffecient to me.
After a quick beer and a half (she seemed intent on making sure I got a second beer), I made my way to Point Loma. I check into my hotel and think of the food options. I knew that Brett and Pete were dining at their hotel. Tommy was at a birthday bash and so I would be solo. I drove to the Hillcrest and made my way to Little Italy. There is an italian eatery that I love with the exception of the music selection. Instead of be bop a lula of the first visit to the establishment, they were playing reggae. A little better but still didn't fit the vibe of the place. I mean, they are serving delicious italian fare and blasting rasta or 50's inspired tunes. Yuck!
The food was delicious (again). I overlooked some of the music while enjoying a sangiovese. I returned to the hotel and crashed out. Not kidding. I was exhausted from ten consecutive days of work and the drive. Probably the best thing that could have happened. I rested and felt refreshed when I woke up to spectate the race.
Coffee, in hand, I walked to Sea World to cheer Brett and Pete on. Overcast day and ideal for running or so they said. I watched Brett cross the finish line and was thankful for my decision to spend the weekend in California. Delightful weekend, for sure. In spite of the almost overheating car, weird service in Alpine and crappy music in Little Italy. From those experiences, the rest of the mini vacay were cake and I saw some reality stars in La Jolla. I suppose they are celebs but not ones that I was excited to see. I will leave it at that.....
This year has been full of visitors and mini trips to California. I love San Diego and it is a quick trip to escape some of the summer in AZ. Last weekend, I drove out to spectate the Marathon. After some consideration, I opted to spectate as opposed to running either the full or half. Mostly due to lack of training. I suppose I could have run the half. Probably not pretty, though.
Regardless, I rented a car to spare mileage on Veronica. When I hit 200,000 miles, I will have to get a new timing belt. I am trying to delay that purchase.
Imagine, my surprise, when the rental car starts to overheat an hour from San Diego. I turned the heat on and rolled the windows down. Prayed that I would make it. Scolded myself (a little) for renting the car. I knew that Veronica would have made it without fail. I made it to Alpine and stopped at the little brewery for a quick pint. I was relieved that the car made it and desperately wanting a celebratory beer. I walk up to the establishment and there is a line out the door. Being me and bartending for the majority of my adult life I walk straight into the bar. Unoccupied with two people working behind it. Patiently, I wait to make eye contact with one of the people working. I wait. And wait and wait. Eventually, this woman walks over to me as I am walking out to their bathroom and says--the beer line is out the door.
I say, I see that, and I only want a pint. I sat at the bar since it was completely open for service. She said, well, that is the beer line.
Incredulous, I make some retort about not understanding why the bar is completely open if they aren't serving beers from it. I continue to walk and she says, what would you like?
I told her I wanted a stout and that I was heading to use the facility. I return. She hands me the stout and says, again, the line is outside. Here is your stout.
I am still confused as to why they were forcing people to wait 20 minutes for a beer. It seemed completely ineffecient to me.
After a quick beer and a half (she seemed intent on making sure I got a second beer), I made my way to Point Loma. I check into my hotel and think of the food options. I knew that Brett and Pete were dining at their hotel. Tommy was at a birthday bash and so I would be solo. I drove to the Hillcrest and made my way to Little Italy. There is an italian eatery that I love with the exception of the music selection. Instead of be bop a lula of the first visit to the establishment, they were playing reggae. A little better but still didn't fit the vibe of the place. I mean, they are serving delicious italian fare and blasting rasta or 50's inspired tunes. Yuck!
The food was delicious (again). I overlooked some of the music while enjoying a sangiovese. I returned to the hotel and crashed out. Not kidding. I was exhausted from ten consecutive days of work and the drive. Probably the best thing that could have happened. I rested and felt refreshed when I woke up to spectate the race.
Coffee, in hand, I walked to Sea World to cheer Brett and Pete on. Overcast day and ideal for running or so they said. I watched Brett cross the finish line and was thankful for my decision to spend the weekend in California. Delightful weekend, for sure. In spite of the almost overheating car, weird service in Alpine and crappy music in Little Italy. From those experiences, the rest of the mini vacay were cake and I saw some reality stars in La Jolla. I suppose they are celebs but not ones that I was excited to see. I will leave it at that.....
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