In the spring and fall we would roller skate up and down the street putting on "shows" these choreograohed routines we dragged our parents to see. We planned to get really good at them so we could start charging admission. At the particular "show" below we had one guest Kristi's dog, Muffin. If you look closely you will see Muffin is more interested in out treats than the roller skating show.
Now you might really think we are uber dorks dancing around on roller skates. I got news for you that was 1980 something and rollerskates were cool.
Friday after Tim and I finished business (translate: I rode my bike 75 miles with Julie while Tim fixed a fractured elbow in the OR) we headed North to LA....actually let's be correct Beverly Hills. The occasion was Tim's friends Paul and Emma's wedding. We were honored to attend and the weekend did not disappoint. I haven't spent much time in the LA area and don't plan to do so for a weekend you can have a really great time. After the wedding we headed north to Malibu for the reception at Emma's family's vineyard. As we left the church it was hot and a windy. Tim had the surf board in the car and asked if I wanted to go for a swim (on the way to the reception). I declined on the account that my mascara would run and I think Tim was a bit disappointed in me (what a kill joy I am) I encouraged Tim to stop and surf for a bit but he didn't capitalize.
Yes....that is my new plan to have fun and be fabulous. That was always my plan I just got my sports bra in a bind for a moment. Well maybe it's not always that way but it's more fun to spin it that way. Whatever happens this year, for better for worse, I will believe in the inner fabulousness of all those around me:) After the episode I had on Friday evening and Saturday where I verbalized my "staleness and concerns" to all those who would (or were held hostage and force to) listen I am starting fresh. I've gained valuable insight and perspective talking to Tim, Mer, Stacy, and my coach. It has been determined that I can and should take a little break from official training. This will allow me to gain some strength for future training, heal my foot, and (drum roll) enjoy every single moment of being BRIDEZILLA. That I don't want to miss.
So anyway back to partying like a rock star. Yesterday was a day of celebration. August 17th was the AFC half marathon ( where friends Jess and Stacy dropped tons of boys and looked fabulous) It's one of my favorite races because it starts on top of Cabrillo and finishes in Balboa park. When your lytes are slightly off and you are overheating you really do believe finishing in Balboa Park is magestical. I planned to run the AFC1/2 Marathon but opted for beauty sleep instead. O.k. my foot is still on strike ..but isn't the mental image of me with a beauty shield over my eyes lounging in bed until 11 a.m. more fun.
Speaking of celebrities... A few months ago I had this young trauma drama patient. He was in a motor cylce accident after driving with polysubstances in his blood stream. Anyway his crazy parents kept insisting I looked, acted, and spoke like Lindsey Lohan. They insisted on referring to me as Lindsey and requesting Lindsey Lohan be their son's nurse the next day. I thought a comparison to Lindsey Lohan couldn't be further from the truth and was slightly annoying. However.....with the way self absorbed celebritites always saying things are too much, seeking therapy and checking in to rehab I'm starting to see the similarities. Me.... whining that the choices I made are too hard, I'm too tired, and I need rehab. At least my issues are sports related and I'll try to keep them in check.
However, in honor of celebrating and partying like a rock star. I spent yesterday afternoon poolside sipping margaritas.....and pina colladas with my fabulous co-workers who threw me a bridal shower. In celebrity speak "they staged an intervention" At first, I didn't have a registry, I figured Tim and I were old (well 30) and didn't need anything (translate...we each have 3 bikes so we are set) The ladies insisted I register or have a lingerie theme. I managed to put together a few things that in some form represented Tim and I. (Like the GU ..thanks Stacy) They weren't impressed said I needed a chaperone next time. They couldn't understand how registering for bike tools would be of any benefit to me. They were like don't you get it ....this is your chance to get what you want before you have to share. I was like you have know idea how lucky I am to have Tim fixing my bike. Now don't get him any other tools because that might distract him from tuning my bikes.We registered for a few things at Macy's and several things at REI. REI ....they said I was like "well Active.dom, Moment Cycle Sport, and B&L don't have a registry.
from nurses who spend their breaks in the chapel reciting the rosary my cheeks were flushed for other reasons. I'll take another margarita with that.
Oh. ...La...La is right boys
To the large caucasian male, age late 30's -40's, wearing a red Clif Bar team kit and riding a white Look bike. Despite rolling the stop sign and rudely busting ahead of us as we minded THE LAW and stopped at the stop sign. (Get it.....stop sign.) Your booty got dropped. By not one, but by two ladies during a climb. Despite your size and gravity you didn't catch us on the flats or descents that followed. So nanny nanny noo noo we dropped you. We did it with manners....and skill. My parents always said "let your actions do the talking and your boots do the walking" when I was ski racing. I politely said hello and nice day as I dropped you leaving Rancho. This is more than I can say for you as you grunted past me and my girls at the stop sign ( you know the one you failed to stop at....) I have broken my own rule and allowed my blog to become inflammatory. I am certain though that you will never ever read a female cycling blog so I'm probably not offending you. So in order to follow what my parents taught me as an adult I let my shirt do the talking. Sir.....Mr. I have to get in front of the girls..... this is what my shirt has to say to you, with a flip of my pony tail, Ciao Bella.
"My brother is going to be so jealous"
Tim is now considered an honorary Yooper. My status as a Yooper is in question despite being born in the Upper Peninsula. Kristi's Dad was a hand gun instructor for the state police. She can hit any target. Despite my father being an Expert shooter, I am comfortable with no more than a pellet gun. I also don't like to see anything with fur die. Even if it helps restore the "natural" cycle of things or if those varmints will destroy things. My Dad actually live traps and releases else where the varmints getting into his garage. Hmmm that's a thought instead of releasing doves at the wedding we can release squirrels, raccoons, and skunks. Now that would be unique. Those guns are too big, too heavy and kick too hard for my taste. Besides I like pink carbon fiber toys.
Tim stated those pills were antibiotics.
Think the Bob Seger song about being 1/2 hour out of Mackinac City.
I'll show you how it's done!