Whew yesterday was a busy one. We had several appointments at the house all day but I knew I’d feel so much better making time for the gym. I planned to go pool running, but saw there was an aqua aerobics class starting soon. Schweet!
Pretty sure I was the youngest one there, but it was totally my element. I even made a new friend who was happy to show me the ropes, like how to make a snow angel in the pool and doing the underwater frog. I highly recommend them!
She also explained the thicker the foam on the hand weights, the more resistance and told me I choose a good set for a beginner.
After class we hung out in the sauna for a bit and I was ready to ninja kick the day. I had a fantastic time and can’t wait to take the deep water class soon.
Oh and the Bam begging for a bone saga continues. This was last night at 4:55. Dude needs to lose his watch.
Good morning!! I’m going to make this a quick post because there’s a spin class I want to hit up. It’s becoming quite the addiction and I like it.
Yesterday we screwed around town for a bit. Mike snapped this pic as I was staring into the beautiful Pacific contemplating life. And coffee.
My doctor told me to take it easy on the paws to let the inflammation calm down, so that meant I needed to find something I CAN do. Into the pool I went for a 30 minute pool run. It was my 2nd time in the pool post op. Unlike the first time, I felt confident my body could handle it. I got in too soon after surgery, because the body is virtually weightless it was too difficult to control movement in the hip joint. I chalk it up to a learning curve.
I’ve been taking a gym bag with me and turns out it’s a brilliant idea. Awhile back fitmark sent me this one to try out. I can’t find the exact one I have, but here is a similar one.
I’m kind of a nerd who is always prepared for everything. Yesterday I went to pool run with no intention of doing anything else. I felt really good after, and wanted to work on abs & arms so I just whipped out my gym gear which made for a seamless transition. Boom!
PS that little pink storage bag is genius. I tossed my wet swimsuit in and didn’t have to worry about it.
Sidenote: I lost my camera about a 6 months ago. I looked everywhere, turned the house upside down. We were going to Las Vegas and I knew I would take lots and lots of pictures. I needed a camera and not just my phone. I ended up buying a new one, and when that wouldn’t bluetooth with my iPhone, I got a new android phone in Vegas.
Well…… just found the old camera yesterday, in the side pocket of the gym bag. I just told Mike this morning. He looked at me and called me a dope! Can you believe he said that? He’s such a jerk!!! (see how I made this all about him, and not me. It’s his fault)
Monday is my favorite day, but Tuesday has become my second. I love going to the gym, then walking a few blocks downtown to the farmers market. I hit up the organic berry stand for strawberries & blueberries. Wish my paws would have held up for more, but theres always next week!
Annnnnd because ONE DAY!!!!!!
Fitmark did not compensate me for the shout out. I just really like their bag and wanted to share it with you. Now, don’t go saying I never do anything nice for you.
Gym folks, does anyone have a bluetooth/fingerprint/other high tech lock for their locker?
What’s in your gym bag?
What are your favorite thing to pick up at the farmers market?\
Rewinding to the weekend. We had some friends visit while in the area for business. Our Friday evening dinner was a disaster (good food, terrible service) but somehow they still trusted our restaurant expertise. Or the lack of. Ha!
We took them to Forge in Carmel. I remembered having a killer Cobb salad the one and only time we went so it seemed like a good idea.
Turns out it was a hit!! The food & service were great and the prices were reasonable considering Carmel.
Between visits we wandered around the mall for a bit. I found these sports bras at Macys. They are actually Madonnas daughters line, Lola which I never saw coming, ha! After trying one on (which I loathe), I liked it so much, I picked up more.
Ohhh and every day around 4:00pm Bam sits in the kitchen by the drawer with the look of death & sadness. It’s like he got a new watch. He knows what time it is, he knows I know what time it is…….so what the hell is taking so long?!?
He has been known to sit there for an hour or more until we figure out what he’s doing. We could be sitting in the living room, look around and say, where is the dog? Dude wants a rawhide bone.
You see, at one time, I guess we gave him a bone at 4:00 PM now he just looks at the clock and says to himself, “well, it’s about that time, bone me” (yup, I know what you’re thinking, TWSS)
We give the turd nugget one and he’s good for another 24 hours.
I am ‘thisclose’ to being able to run and graduate from physical therapy.
Remember the weekend we hightailed it to Carmel Valley for a wine tasting? Turns out it was a bad life decision to wear flip flops.
If needles or injections freak you out, scroll down really fast.
My gait has been cattywompus <-(a word I knew nothing about until I met Mike) since surgery and just within the last 2 weeks, it’s finally back to normal. Well, coupled that with flip flops caused a pretty gnarly case of sesamoiditis in my left paw. My doctor & his wife are also our close family friends and were over for dinner Sunday evening. He asked why I was limping a little and I told him about it. He told me to come in & get a cortisone injection to reduce the inflammation & pain.
Oooh but it gets better. My right foot was overcompensating for it and developed a mild case of it too, so IMO may as well do the other while I’m there.
I had him laughing by saying things I f–ing do to run not so quietly.
If you ever have to get a cortisone injection, don’t wait until the pain is terrible. The left one hurt like hell, but the right was NBD. At least for me.
I hope you are having a beautiful day!!
Does anyone else loathe trying on clothes in the store?
Do you use words your significant other/BFF/family member uses?
I’m not an eloquent writer. Thoughts in my head don’t quite transfer well into writing, but it’s theraputic so that’s what I do, so bear with me on this one.
Sometimes it doesn’t matter how much you try to live a thankful, humble, happy life crappy things still happen. No surprise there, but when they happen, you don’t even know how to react. I will never be able to wrap my brain around how fast life can change within seconds. Literally.
A couple weeks ago my aunt fell and hit her head. It hurt but otherwise she seemed okay. A few days later she was rushed to the ER. Turns out a blood clot developed and she had emergency brain surgery.
Pa called with the bad news while Mike & I were enjoying a sunny Saturday afternoon wandering around Pottery Barn talking about our dream home.
This is the part where I want to delete this post, have a glass of wine and go to bed (I wrote this last night) because I really suck at the whole feelings thing. But what would the point be in me sitting here for the last 32 minutes writing all of this? So….
Surgery went very well, in fact she was talking and eating within a few days. She was even walking around the hospital when ma called with an update several days later. Doctors were very pleased with her progress and released her earlier than anticipated. I believe it was on a Friday.
Over that weekend she had a seizure and was rushed back to the ER. Long story short, she had a second emergency brain surgery. By the grace of God, it went well. She is now recovering at home and I believe she is recovering with some limitations.
As I sit here, I realize that life is extremely fragile. We say we will complete that goal later, I will visit that place someday, later later later……
One of the myriad of reasons I love my job is because I get to see folks at their happiest, often times living their life long dream of playing Pebble.
I remember a nice older man, with his wife. After playing 6, as he got into the golf cart headed to 7 tee, I overheard him say to his wife I’ve waited my whole life to play this hole, and I get to do that right now!
You see, the 7th is the signature hole at Pebble. In his mind, this was his goal, and I knew how jazzed he was to finally play it. I asked for his phone to snap a couple pictures of him living the life long dream. That smile was well worth the 30 seconds of my time. I felt excited for him!
Another of my most memorable moments were 3 middle aged brothers with their father. As I was mixing up drinks they told me all 4 of them were from all over the US. They actually planned this trip for last year, but pops had a heart issue, and there were a couple time they weren’t sure if he would pull through. So they had to postpone their dream vacation a year.
They were having the time of their lives. Pops had a big smile on his face and all those health issues were gone. He was with his boys, playing Pebble and that’s all that mattered. I asked if I could take a picture of them and they all whipped out phones with genuine, gigantic smiles.
Sheer joy I tell ya.
I share this because sometimes we need to be reminded how fragile life is and how things can be completely different in a millisecond.
Enjoy every second you have. Take what you are given. Choose happiness. Choose joy. Live with passion. If you’re not happy, maybe it’s time to make some changes. Never give up. I know my aunt isn’t.
Yesterday Will, my physical therapist, Mike & I met with my surgeon via Skype for a follow up. Dr. Sampson said my recovery has gone exceptionally well – better than he expected! Now that my range of motion is just about a 5 degree difference, he released me to ease into RUNNING!!!!!! That is 3 full weeks sooner than anticipated.
Then I said, no I can’t run today!! I didn’t wear my favorite Mizunos!!!! Haha Mike & Will just laughed. Mikes laugh was mostly because the spousal suffering from a broken runner shall end very soon. Muhahaha.
But ohhhhh the irony. My left foot has developed sesamoiditis due to the grandma gait I had for awhile post op, so I can’t run right now.
That is just how life goes, right!?
I know surgery & recovery is different for everyone, but I feel like I have just sailed right through the whole process with an extremely thankful heart.
After the meeting Mike noted my progress has everything to do with having an excellent surgeon, physical therapist and a patient willing to listen & follow their advice. (Well, for the most part
Will said “Jacqueline, no one has worked as hard as you.” I tried to convince him that he was the brains behind the operation, but he was too humble to accept it. <3
When the barn is finally rebuilt & healed up, I will be starting out very easy on the treadmill under Will’s close supervision and cross my fingers I don’t die or body parts don’t fly off.
Now it’s time to focus on healing that dang sesamoid while of course, cracking jokes with Mike about it. Remember the whole ‘broken sesamoid’ fiasco last summer? The one where I was misdiagnosed, put in the boot, missed out on 8 weeks of work during our busy season for NO REASON at all?
The ongoing joke between Mike & I goes something like this:
Mike: Hey J, do you know what we have in common?
Me: We want to marry coffee?
Mike: We both have never broken our sesamoids.
*****Jumping off my soapbox now*****
So yeah I had a feeling it was either that or tendonitis because it felt the same way – like walking with a sticker in the ball of my foot. Fun stuff.
Up next is building confidence after an injury, but I’ll talk more about that in another post.
I celebrated 9 weeks post op with a super sweaty spin class and it was a great life decision.
Followed it up with a hot date with the foam roller. I never, ever thought I’d say this, but I LOVE foam rolling. #weirdo
Today is kind of a big day! I have a Skype appointment with my surgeon and will find out when I can ease back into running. Did I mention how cool he is? Since he works with celebs & high profile folks from all over the world which means they can’t always fly out for follow ups, he embraced technology. This also saves us from fighting traffic in San Francisco & Mike doesn’t have to take a day off work.
If you don’t like the weather….
Wait 10 minutes.
Bam logic. I am convinced he is trying to kill me.
My quest to meet all of my friends online is going quite well.
I always see a girl running & walking her dogs by our house and often tell Mike I need to be friends with her. Last weekend I got an email from an Instagram friend interested in hanging out. Turns out that girl is Maiah , she lives around the corner from us and she makes the best vegan cupcakes I’ve ever had! Life is crazy like that.
Another Insta story…My southern friend Christina’s brand new cookbook, Dessert For Two just came in the mail!! I can already say the Blondies For Two are a HUGE winner as she personally baked me a batch that might have led to a domestic dispute over the very last one. I can’t admit to any crimes at this time due to the statue of limitations, but I can tell you how much I loved them and wish she lived closer.
Annnnnd I have been obsessed with #byefelicia since I figured out what it means earlier this week. I am now using it as my Starbucks name & saying bye Felipe to Mike as he walks out the door for work. In my defense Mike yells bye Felicia at me as he walks out the door too. #weareperfectforeachother
Where did you meet your last friend?
Has anyone taken a Flywheel or Soul Cycle class?
Nope, but I would LOVE to. We just don’t have one around Monterey.
While walking along the beach with Heather last week, she told me about a daily meditation she did and her list piqued my interest.
PS Heather, I hope you don’t mind me borrowing your idea.
What energizes you? What makes you feel happy, inspired, ready to take on anything.
At first, I didn’t even know how to answer that. Sure I think about what makes me happy and fulfilled, but I never thought to really sit down and think about things that energize me.
Since our walk, that question kinda stuck with me, so I thought I’d share a few things I discovered.
Being outside. Nothing beats a walk or even just sitting on the patio, catching some fresh air.
The smell of fresh cut grass. It’s such a clean scent and reminds me of playing outside while my dad mowed the lawn.
Sitting in a coffee shop as the sun comes up, planning the day.
The sun. Good thing I live in Cali.
Fun adventures to look forward to.
Feeling productive in the morning hours.
Walking around the farmers market or produce section at the grocery store. #allthepossibilities
Fresh flowers in the house.
Experiences with Mike ->traveling, dreaming of our future, going on a long drive to nowhere, doing new to both of us stuff like hiking a new trail or trying a new restaurant.
An unexpected day off.
Taking a fitness class.
Letting go of the Type A, planner and roll with things.
Eating healthy, nourishing foods my body needs.
Drinking fresh pressed green juice and wheatgrass shots.
Meeting new friends who have a lot of the same hobbies I do.
Waking up early after a great nights sleep.
A full day when I feel great. No headache or gut issues or grandma hip.
Watching Bam run free, off leash at the dog beach or park. I swear he smiles the whole time.
Canceled plans. Most of the time.
Whoa, I didn’t realize my list was so long!
I was a little surprised (not exactly sure why) to find that I have control over a lot of these things. Some days I feel alive, ready to ninja kick anything that comes my way. And other days no so much. Of course that is to be expected. Not every day can be all rainbows, lollipops & unicorns. But what if I made a conscience effort to do one thing that makes me feel energized every day? What if you did too?
We could all live like Bam running free like a hippie on the beach.
Now, I challenge everyone reading this to do take some time and write down some things that make you feel energized. I would love it if you share your list in the comments! Also feel free to use it on your blog too.
If you’ve been watching Pro-Am on the Golf channel, then you already know what kind of weather we are having. Between that and a 3 day weekend there was a full on tourist invasion on the Monterey peninsula. A drive to the grocery store is usually a 10 minutes, this weekend it would take 45. No joke.
So Mike & I hightailed it to Carmel Valley for some wine tasting both Saturday & Sunday. We are becoming those people. Bah.
If you’re local or thinking of coming to this area, my favorites (so far) are Joyce, Parsonage & Joullian.
Mike prefers reds & I like whites, so we split one tasting.
Hands down, the winner of the day was a Rose from Joullian. We loved it so much, we brought 3 bottles home. Hey, they had us at half price. Dang, I really need to stop being such a cheap date.
Mike wanted me to dress like a girly girl. Guess he’s tired of hoodies & yoga pants. Is that even possible?
This rare event had to be documented. I am wearing a sundress and a real bra. The flip flops are my way of rebelling against conformity. Really, my grandma hip can’t do heels yet, but soon.
Now back to normal workout attire, hair in bun, headband in place, real smile on my mug!
Between trips, I hit up a wine detox spin class where I got my ass handed to me in the best way possible. There’s gotta be a prize for feeling dizzy while climbing hills, right?
I’m sunburned, tired and happy. All the things I love!
After overdoing it a little the day before, I took yesterday nice & easy. Bam & I sunned on the patio, then went for a walk around the hood. Which means we walked 5 steps, stopped for Bam to either sniff flowers, hunt for squirrels, try to trip me or pee on bushes. Dude can not walk like a real dog on a leash to save his life.
I won’t tell you what are temps are this week, but I will wish my snowed in/cold friends some warm sunshiny weather soon.
Flowers are out and I’m not sure what these are below but they are beautiful.
Some of us do not appreciate them as much.
These numbers are much more manageable. I don’t have a partnership with fitbit, I just really love their product. It has been so helpful with recovery. I have data to help adjust my daily (sometimes hourly) activity level. There is no way I would have thought I walked 6 miles the other day. I would have underestimated and then wondered why the ole grandma hip ached. Well duh.
Yesterday over lunch I was telling Mike about how much I love our gym.
Here are a few reasons why:
It’s close to our house. I could easily hop on the rec trail and walk or bike there.
Everyone I’ve come in contact with has been very friendly & helpful.
There are several employees waiting to help move, set up bikes or answer questions when I take a spin class. <-that was a pleasant surprise.
Indoor heated pool.
The monthly fee is reasonable for the amenities and there is no contract. <-HUGE selling point. I despise how corporate type gyms do business locking you into crazy contracts & changing the monthly dues. Just give me a dang price and stick with it.
Tons of classes with really awesome (at least the few I’ve taken) instructors.
There is always an employee walking around ready to assist or answer questions.
It’s very clean.
Some things I don’t like but are not deal breakers:
Free street parking is somewhat limited or full at the times I go, so I have to pay to park inside the gym parking log most times.
They sell junk food at the cafe. Chips, lunchables, Hot Pockets, cookies, candy etc. I have no problem crushing a bag of chips, but this is not the place for it.
I’m off to physical therapy and a walk with Heather. I hope you are having a fantastic week!
What are some things you look for in a gym?
What is a deal breaker?
Dog owners, any tips to get Bam to walk on a leash? He sucks at it.