Hello, hello! How has everyone been? My blogging hiatus, for the four of you that may have noticed, was borne of a need to focus my limited daily attention span on figuring out my next steps. Speaking of which, I may or may not not publish another update on my career goals – I’ve tried a couple times to continue the series I started in January, but I wouldn’t want a potential employer to read it and think I’m only interested in certain opportunities. And I also sometimes feel like I’ve already compromised too much.
But anyway, one thing I can do is catch you up on some of my favorite Florida experiences! Follow the jump for a few pictures.
Hey, friends. How are you? I flew back to Florida to stay last Wednesday after my last work trip and surprisingly don’t feel so much like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders as I feel like something is missing from my very core. I guess I thought confidence in my decision to leave A&F would mean an absence of sadness over what I left behind, but that hasn’t been the case.
Anyway, enough weirdness. In this post, I outlined my plan to share my progress toward (new) career goals as well as personal photos from vacations, the rare social engagement, and so on in one monthly post. However, trying to combine two posts into one proved awkward, so ya got February 2017 Goals on Wednesday and Life Lately: January 2017 today. I will now get on with it:
Next time you’re on vacation, start your day refreshed (and maybe sweat out last night’s alcohol) using these tips for a productive run on the beach!
I’ve historically taken a while time to get it together after a move. In college I’d bring a few things from my parents’ house each time I visited instead of moving into my dorm all at once. I waited too long after moving to Ohio to switch my driver’s license and ended up having to take the same road test given to 16-year-olds. And most recently, I came to a new state in the middle of the holidays, when you can’t turn around at work without seeing a different table laid out with homemade treats.
Think I joined a gym right away?
Nah, I ate frozen potpies and cheezits and overslept. But I had moved to Florida, and while I function okay on a junk food diet, I go batshit crazy without semi-regular exercise. So I started running on the beach.
Running on the beach is a great way to confuse your muscles (assuming you don’t do it regularly) while soaking up the sun and scenery on a warm-weather trip. Read on for some tips to help you get the most out of your workout!
Happy Monday! Who’s excited to go to work in the 40-degree weather this morning?!
I at least missed the snow since I visited Adam in Naples this weekend. If this recap seems similar to my last one from Florida, it’s probably because we did many of the same activities in a slightly different order.
I used my last two days of PTO for 2015 (February is the first month of our fiscal year at work) to see Adam in Naples. Here’s a quick recap, as well as a workout that can keep you from feeling sluggish and stiff while on vacation.
Thursday night, we picked up Jet’s pizza on the way home from the airport and watched a couple episodes of Criminal Minds. I’ve almost completed all ten seasons on Netflix and anticipate feeling utterly lost when I reach the end. It’s been quite the journey. Have you guys watched Making a Murderer? I might start that next.
On Friday, Adam had to go into the office for a little while. I’ve been guilty of wrapping myself in a blanket and sitting in one spot for the entire evening after work instead of going to the gym for the last couple weeks because of the cold weather in Columbus, so I decided to get some fresh air.
I jogged for about twenty minutes at a brisk pace for some cardio. Back at Adam’s apartment complex, I did modified one-twenty’s on the tennis court because I believe running until you can’t breathe is good for the soul. A one-twenty is sprint from one end of a court or field to the other followed by a super-slow recovery jog back to start. We had a minute and twenty seconds to complete each rep when we did them on a soccer field in high school, but I cut the distance by ninety percent and didn’t use a timer. Can’t win ’em all. I completed three sets of three with about a minute and a half of rest in between, then did a few minutes of strength work to finish up. I like to target my core while traveling because sitting in cramped airplanes can throw mine out of whack. Exercises below!
This post was going to be about my weekend, which I spent in Florida with Adam, but we are a little antisocial so I didn’t come home on Sunday with a whole lot to work with. And the next day I learned my cat left my parents’ home and returned to his life on the streets, so I’m not even in the mood to buy an expensive product under the guise of reviewing it for this blog.
I got Bruce at the Humane Society last September. He was two years old at the time and in the middle of his second stay there after running away from the first family who adopted him. He had recently graduated from Phat Camp (their spelling) and things were looking up when he tested negative for feline aids after an initial false positive.
I met Bruce and his friends and went home to consider, then met with him again the next day and decided to take him home. He quickly put back on the weight he’d lost at Phat Camp but otherwise seemed happy to tear up an ever-larger patch of my living room carpet.
In June, I moved to a small apartment downtown. Seventeen-pound Bruce took up roughly half of it, and without carpet he resorted to sharpening his claws on my mattress each morning at four. In August, I decided to move him to my parents’ house where he could run around outside.
Bruce loved his new home. He caught a mouse every day and placed it in the middle of the deck. He took long naps on the front walk in thirty-five-degree weather. He explored the woods in the pouring rain.
Looking tough with a cut under his eye
And then last week he went out and didn’t come back, and I have just written a eulogy for a cat. I’ll end it with this if you want to feel better about yourself today: for a second when my mom broke the news, I hoped she would say a distant relative was gone instead of Bruce.
Luckily Adam’s Jojo is in perfect health.
Those are the only pictures I took this weekend. Sorry if you don’t like cats.