Posting Slacker

So it turns out I'm turning back into a posting slacker. Somehow, even though I'm only at work for about 25 hours a week I don't feel any less-busy. I don't even have that many commitments floating around to eat my time. I think I might feel so busy though because of the sheer number of things we cram into each week. For instance, this is how my week went last week:

Monday: Rode my bike to work since Spencer left the house at 6am. I woke up around then, didn't start getting ready soon enough, and it was either wait for the late bus or hit the streets peddling. I chose the later. Then I worked till about 2, got the keys from Spencer, drove home, tore the house apart looking for a missing book, and went to the post office. Then I started to head to the yarn store, but was forced to stop and turn around because Spencer texted me that he was done. He wasn't. I proceeded to wait in the car for him. Then, when he was finally done we got about 2 blocks from the hospital only for him to get paged to go back in again. So I dropped him off, then headed over to the gym and spent an hour playing basketball with a bunch of guys from work. Then it was back to the hospital to wait for him to be done (took about an hour), then home for dinner and TV watching, and nursing my aching body.

Tuesday: Rode to work with Spencer and got there around 7am. Took the keys from him and said hi to my bike, which was still sitting at the bike rack next to my office at work. Worked until about 2, then decided to head to the yarn shop again. Got almost halfway there after stopping for a Slurpee. Spencer called, so I had to turn around a pick him up and drop him off at home. Got another book ready to mail, went to the post office, then went back to the yarn shop. Knitted there for a couple hours, then headed back home for dinner, exercise bike, and more TV watching.

Wednesday: Went to work at 7am. Worked until about 1:30. Drove an hour to get my hair cut by an old friend. Spent about 2.5 hours in the chair catching up and just generally having a great time. Drove back from Orange county in rush hour traffic (1.5 hours of my life that I will never get back). Went to a friend's for dinner at 7pm. Hung out until 9pm when it was time to pick up Spencer. Went home and crashed.

Thursday: Went to work at 7am. Again. Worked until about 1:30, then took the bus home. Took a 2 hour nap on the couch. Went to book club with a friend. Stayed out until about midnight because that's what girls do when they finally get a night to themselves.

Friday: Went to work at 7am again, which was annoying because I don't typically work on Fridays. Worked until about 12 when the once a month meeting ended. Went home and cleaned up around the house a little. Picked up Spencer and we went to dinner. Then we went over to a friend's house for games and stayed until about 11pm.

Saturday: Took Spencer to work around 9am (woohooo! he got to sleep in!), worked on my knitting, cleaned up around the house, picked him up around 12:30. Went to a knitting class from about 2-6pm. Came home and made dinner, watched a movie, and worked on my lesson for sharing time.
Sunday: Took Spencer to work around 9am. Came home and got ready for church. Went to church at 11am. Sat with a friend who has 2 young children and helped her wrangle them since her husband is also a resident and was at work. Went to primary. Wrangled more children, taught sharing time, and held a friend's baby while she did singing time. He was rather tired and grumpy. Went home, did the dishes, made some lunch, ate lunch, then got a call from Spencer. Went out to run some food over to him and his friends at work. Went to a baptism. Had to play the piano and speak as the primary representative. Came home. Ate dinner (a peanut butter and jelly sandwich) and talked to a friend on the phone for a while. Picked up Spencer around 9pm. Crashed and went to bed.

And there you have the story of why I don't really blog anymore...

Thoughts on Random Events

So about that plan to be active for 90 days straight...yeah, that's not happening right now. And I'm OK with it. Really, I am. I have been generally a little more active out here in Cali anyway. When we go out to do fun things it typically involves the great outdoors and I am working like crazy to get our place clean and everything put away. (Aside: Who knew that clean could be so time consuming and make you break a sweat? Not me. I guess I've been doing it wrong for all theses years). On to the point of this post.

I am a planner. I like to have a map and know exactly where I'm going in life. When I'm driving somewhere new, I always look up driving directions and pull out the GPS just to be safe. One of my main complaints about moving is that I don't instinctively know where everything is, which creates this sense of not knowing and uncertainty that I just don't like. Here's what being in a car accident last week reminded me of: you can only plan so much. Sure, it's great to have a plan, but it's even greater to just go with the flow sometimes.

We don't have as much control over our lives as we think we do. In one moment, someone you know or don't know can affect your life in unpredictable ways. In my case, last week's car crash was one of those events. I didn't know the guy, and I never would have thought I would have been hit when I was just sitting at a red light. While the outcome of the event was relatively minor (I was fine, the car is not but is being fixed), it still put such a huge kink in my plans that week that I haven't even fully recovered from it all. I was planning on doing so many things that I just didn't have time for because I had to deal with all of that and I had to get used to Spencer's crazy new schedule for the month. There's nothing I can really do about either. So, instead of stressing about it like I almost always do, I'm letting it go. If I make it to the gym today, great. If I go home and go out for frozen yogurt with my husband (who I never get to see because of his crazy residency schedule) instead, even better. Plans are meant to change. Life just wouldn't be interesting if they didn't.  You wouldn't want to read a book if you knew what was going to happen and predictable TV shows/movies are boring. So here's to life's random events and going with the flow!

Activity Updates

Well, first off let me say that with the exception of Sunday (which should be a day of rest anyways), I did complete my goal of being active every single day. Secondly, let me just counter by stating that some of what I counted as activity probably wouldn't traditionally count towards what most people think of when they think of exercising. That being said, here's the stats:

• To recap:
• (Monday July 25) Day 1: Couch to 10k, week 5, day 1
• (Tuesday July 26) Day 2: Physique 57 DVD
• (Wednesday July 27) Day 3: Exercise Bike for 45 minutes
• (Thursday July 28) Day 4: Couch to 10k
• (Friday July 29) Day 5: 2 hours scrubbing the bathroom, 5 walking around Disneyland
• (Saturday July 30) Day 6: Walking on the beach for about a half hour and then climbing about 250 stairs to get back to the car.
• (Sunday July 31) Day 7: Rested, unless you count walking around the house in heels. :P
• (Monday August 1) Day 8: Scrubbing my kitchen top to bottom (including cabinets and counter tops) for 2 hours

I had planned on running yesterday, but due to Spencer's new rotation this month, I ended up running out of time in the morning since I had to drop him off at 6am, drive home, and then turn around and head back into work by 8am. By the time I got home from dropping him off, it was almost 6:30 and there just wasn't enough time for an hour run, shower, makeup, and hair. I toyed with the idea of running after work, but it was almost 100 (and pretty humid!) yesterday so I never got the nerve to venture out. The kitchen scrubbing took up most of my afternoon/evening anyways.

Oh, and I'm not really sure how this challenge will continue to go. Ideally, I'd go run today, but I was rear ended last night and am just not feeling so hot. So, I grabbed my swim suit this morning and will head to the pool after work until Spencer gets done. If I'm feeling better by then, maybe I'll go for a swim and try running this evening. If not, oh well. Life  goes on. Any tips for exercising post (minor) car crash?