Day 78-90: Winding Down

12 days until the end of the challenge. It almost feels surreal. I stopped posting daily because I would just run out of time by the end of the day, but I did keep notes.

Day 78, Tuesday, 3/31:

Ugh, I feel terrible, but the show must go on. I have Q @ 6 and tanning to follow. Have I mentioned how much I love my tanning salon? I don't think I am going to let myself go this long without tanning again. I feel like me again.

Day 79, Wednesday, 4/1:

I have Q @ 12 today, I cant believe I only have 5 training sessions left.... am I going to be able to keep going without her? Damn... 11 days left, I am so nervous! Thankfully I have work to keep me busy. Off to pack for tomorrows staging.

Day 80, Thursday, 4/2:

I do love that my job is not sedentary. Today I staged a home and was on my feet 6 hours strait. I am not complaining. I love what I do. It feels good to work with your hands. There is something strangely calming about it. Also, the immediate gratification is certainly addictive. 

After the staging I went to see Amy, my tattoo artist, to finish up the piece on my arm. I love it so much.

 

Day 81, Friday, 4/3:

It is becoming increasingly hard not to drink. I think I will go shoot guns. I have Q this morning, need food, must go to Costco... then Pew Pew Pew. Joey and I will have to hit up Elite Shooting Sports this evening. I am in need of some Guntry Club time.

 

Day 82, Saturday, 4/4:

Well I had Q this morning, so I didn't exactly feel bad about that Bloody Mary I had with brunch, damn it was good. Today is the International Pillow Fight Day and we are going to the National Mall to whack strangers with pillows, don't worry, it's organized. We met up with some friends for brunch prior to heading over to the fight. It would seem I am incapable of brunching without booze. Worth it, my Bloody Mary paired perfectly with my smoked salmon and fruit. Nom nom nom. The pillow fight was epic. Such a good time.

After the fight, we wandered over to dinner. I had a salad... and a vodka soda. Am I sabotaging myself at this point?! I mean, I have 8 days left. Fuck Nicole, what is up? After dinner, we headed to Federal Triangle to catch a Capital Steps show. I think we were the youngest in there by 30 years, but whatever, it was hilarious. You can't go wrong with musical political satire in this beautiful city of ours.

Day 83, Sunday, 4/5, Hoppy Easter:

I hit up the sauna this morning to sweat out the alcohol, I guess in my head that would keep me from drinking again today as we are converging on Top Golf this afternoon to celebrate Easter and basically just being awesome. Again, apparently I am incapable of not drinking during certain events... driving ranges seem to be one of them. Joey and I split a bucket of delicious Heinekens. NO REGRETS! But now I am certain I am trying to sabotage myself. Get it together Canole. 7 days left.

Day 84-90, 4/5 - 4/12:

7 days. No more notes. Only zoned in on the finish line. This time I am a competitor before I am a wife or friend. Thank God those who love me understand that. I have worked too damn hard to give up now. I am running twice a day, sitting in the sauna every night, wrapping my stomach and arms with "those crazy wrap things" and weight training in-between. Every calorie is counted, every movement is tracked, every drop of water is measured. I had 7 days and tomorrow is the day. Monday I weigh in.

Day 61 & 62: Staging A Brighter Future

This weekend I was assisting with the Association of Property Scene Designer's Stager Pro class. It was a great time. I met a lot of great ladies who are going to do well in our field. I was the Gopher for the weekend which meant I was running around to the properties and setting up the furniture and accessories for the students to use and helping wrangle everyone during Sundays scene staging and shopping classes. Needless to say, I am exhausted, so I am going to take a nap. Later Gator.

Day 53: Snowbody Can Stop Me Now

It is a winter wonderland outside, so OPM closed the government… which meant my two favorite Airmen were home for the day. Over the morning we mostly just laid around watching Walking Dead and Sleepy Hollow, about 10 Joey started asking “We going to the gym?”, Me: “Yeah, one more show”. We decided to leave at noon. I really thought the snow would be bad enough by then that we couldn’t go, but I was wrong. It wasn’t bad at all yet, so off we went.

Joey put together a workout from Men’s Fitness and I started out with some cardio doing 30 minute interval training with the incline ranging between 3 and 18.5. I was sweating like a pig. When I had 3 minutes left, Joey wondered over to ask if I wanted to do abs when he was done with his next set. Well, duh. Yeah. I like working out with Joey, he makes me push myself harder than I would on my own. Once I was done with the interval training, I wondered over to Joey to find him on the bench press killing it. I had to take a picture of his face. This is the face of a man putting in work, for real.

When Joey finished we went over to the turf and did 3 rounds of the following: Decline Sit-ups, Mountain Climbers, 12 reps; Mountain Climbers, 20 reps; Russian Twists, 20 reps, 35 pound Kettlebell; Roman Deadlift, 12 reps, 35 pound Kettlebell; Bicycle Crunches, 20 reps; Back Extensions; and Side Extensions.

I was so SO dead by the end it. We were at the gym for 2 hours. I am going to be so sore these next few days. I haven’t don’t anything like this, ever. I felt like Wonder Woman. I wish I was Wonder Woman, because that would have meant we could fly home, and that would have been so much better than the shit we had to deal with. We are in the middle of a Snowpocolypse 2.0 up here and there are cars stuck everywhere.

 

Thank God we made it home one piece. I am certainly not getting back out there in this non-sense today. I am going to snuggle up right on this couch, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

Day 24: Tawhata Training?

I think one of the reasons I fell in love with Crossfit so easily is because as I turns out, Q takes some pages from the Crossfit playbook and adds them into her workouts. This morning we did Tabata training.

This version of Tabata training we did 4 rounds of 30 second intervals instead of the standard 20. The workout included lunges, air squats, battle ropes, leg press, shoulder press, jump rope, kettle bell swings, leg/arm lifts with medicine ball, and some other things that I know I'm forgetting. It was exhausting to say the least, but one thing is for certain... I loved it. At times I felt like I wanted to pass out and die. Thankfully I did not die.

The endorphins I get from pushing my body to the next level is addicting! I would think that it would never be as good the second time (like that first Percocet, the second one is never as good), but it gets increasingly better each time. I totally get the addiction. Unfortunately, I may have pushed myself a little too hard because I feel myself getting sick. God help me, I hope not. I really don't have time to be sick.  I am going to go to sleep and try to get a head of this. I will talk to you tomorrow.