Bad Girl
Julien was in Arizona for a conference Wednesday and Thursday (and should be arriving home any moment now). I have to confess that I went a bit crazy, me-style. What shenanigans did I get myself up to? Well Wednesday I decided to follow his injunction to "eat the strawberries" my making strawberry shortcake. I deliberately skipped dinner and gorged myself on five helpings, instead, while proceeding to drink the remainder of Julien's Collette six-pack (okay, it was only two beers) and finishing re-watching Season 2 of Veronica Mars on the WB website. Yes, I admit it, I stayed up until 3:30 a.m.
I must admit that Thursday I regretted that rather rash decision making. Obviously I failed to get up with my alarm at 6:40, but I was actually pretty pleased that I managed to drag myself out of the sack at 8:10. I still made it into the office before 9:30 (though I did observe that morning traffic is waaaay worse that late). A cup of strong English breakfast tea actually got me through the day all right. Ironically, it was the day of the JF 5k (Jones Farm is the name of our Intel campus) and naturally I had signed up. Unfortunately the rest of our team was in Santa Clara for a big event having to do with a project I'm not on, so I was all by myself. I have to admit that I felt pretty poorly during the run, and I blamed this on my foolish lack of sleep. I finished the race feeling a bit nauseous, though not as bad as my first 5k. I wandered around a bit -- they had organized a nice fair to celebrate -- but I was pretty soaked from the downpour around mile 1 and had piles of work to do so I headed back to my cube. The race had supposedly begun at 2:00, and the first clock I saw showed about 2:37, so I realized that I had probably just run really fast (for me). Hopefully we'll get the results next week -- my goal had been less than 30 minutes so I have a feeling some celebrating will be in order.
Thursday night I made up for my previous bad behavior, sort of. I had a bowl of lentil soup and only two pieces of the shortcake. I had gone through all of the strawberries Wednesday, so I proudly used up some of the nectarines instead. You'll be pleased to know that today I managed the self-control to save that final slice for lucky Julien. It's actually remarkably good microwaved. Anyway, I didn't have much juice in my left, so I just read a bit and then hit the sack at 10:00. Frustratingly, Mr. found it appropriate to wake my up at 5:30 am. I, however, stubbornly refused to feed him and instead pathetically tried to sleep until my alarm, succeeding intermittently between when he'd wake me. Clearly he was missing J.
Today I was very productive... it was a good day at work and I even did my PNB dance workout when I got home. Yay!
I must admit that Thursday I regretted that rather rash decision making. Obviously I failed to get up with my alarm at 6:40, but I was actually pretty pleased that I managed to drag myself out of the sack at 8:10. I still made it into the office before 9:30 (though I did observe that morning traffic is waaaay worse that late). A cup of strong English breakfast tea actually got me through the day all right. Ironically, it was the day of the JF 5k (Jones Farm is the name of our Intel campus) and naturally I had signed up. Unfortunately the rest of our team was in Santa Clara for a big event having to do with a project I'm not on, so I was all by myself. I have to admit that I felt pretty poorly during the run, and I blamed this on my foolish lack of sleep. I finished the race feeling a bit nauseous, though not as bad as my first 5k. I wandered around a bit -- they had organized a nice fair to celebrate -- but I was pretty soaked from the downpour around mile 1 and had piles of work to do so I headed back to my cube. The race had supposedly begun at 2:00, and the first clock I saw showed about 2:37, so I realized that I had probably just run really fast (for me). Hopefully we'll get the results next week -- my goal had been less than 30 minutes so I have a feeling some celebrating will be in order.
Thursday night I made up for my previous bad behavior, sort of. I had a bowl of lentil soup and only two pieces of the shortcake. I had gone through all of the strawberries Wednesday, so I proudly used up some of the nectarines instead. You'll be pleased to know that today I managed the self-control to save that final slice for lucky Julien. It's actually remarkably good microwaved. Anyway, I didn't have much juice in my left, so I just read a bit and then hit the sack at 10:00. Frustratingly, Mr. found it appropriate to wake my up at 5:30 am. I, however, stubbornly refused to feed him and instead pathetically tried to sleep until my alarm, succeeding intermittently between when he'd wake me. Clearly he was missing J.
Today I was very productive... it was a good day at work and I even did my PNB dance workout when I got home. Yay!