Sunday Mornings

Sunday is family time for us.

If #1 son serves mass, then he & I get up early so we can make it there before 8am.

If he's NOT serving mass, then I sleep. 

I love Sunday morning sleep. 

I will usually sleep until 9:30 or so.  Then I will sip coffee and get ready to go to mass at 10:30.  Or 12:15.  Depends.  Sometimes I am even so lazy that I wait to go to the 6PM mass.

I love being Catholic.  What other tribe gives you so many scheduling options?

THIS morning I had other plans.

EXCITING plans.

I was gonna go out to the Island and do a Mimosa Run.  (For those of you not from South Texas -- HI NICKI! -- North Padre Island is part of the Corpus Christi city limits.  We have to cross a bridge to get there.  Vic has a new facility there)

V-Fit put on a Mimosa Fun Run this morning. 

I love fun runs!  They are so fun!

This time we had a choice of running 5 miles or 10 miles. (MILES?  WTF?  What happened to 5Ks?).  The run started at 7:15.  AM.  On a Sunday.

I had every intention of participating.  After all, I ran over 6 miles just 2 short weeks ago.

I planned to get up at 6am, on a Sunday, head to the Island, run 5 miles, be done by 10am, go home, take a shower and get to mass by 12:15.  Fun!

That was the plan.

Unfortunately. . .

I didn't get up at 6.  I didn't get up at 6:30.  I wasn't awake by 7.  I didn't get up until almost 10am. 

I hope there are enough Mimosas at that fun run to make Vic & Gabe forget that I wasn't there. 

Not His Fault

Ever since I started working out in July 2010, the team at V-Fit has challenged me.

Every day it's harder.

Every day I am stronger.

Gabe, known as "The Silent Assassin", has a knack for getting me to try things I NEVER would have considered on my own.

So when I got home from my workout on Monday, I wasn't surprised that I was a little sore.  Nothing major -- I could just tell that I had worked out.

Tuesday morning, however, I was really sore. 

My back was stiff and painful. 

Nevertheless, I had kids to get to school and a job to get to. 

When I got to work, I had my morning coffee, laughing to my coworkers that Gabe had once again kicked my butt.

The coffee made my stomach a little bubbly.  That happens sometimes.

But my back was really really sore.  Owie and sore and hurty. 

And my arms were stiff too.  Gabe had me do several push ups with one hand on a medicine ball.  Very good for the chest.  I stretched, joked to my friends that I shoulda worn Bengay instead of Chanel No. 5. 

My coffee tummy was worse.  It made me break a rule.  (Technically, I didn't break the rule because no one was in there.  But still.)

I spent my busy day attending meetings and whining to anyone about how hard my workout was.  Because my back hurt.  My arms were sore.  My chest was owie!  My legs were stiff and achy. My hair hurt.

Wait.  Gabe didn't workout my hair.

When I got home, my head was aching.  My stomach still bubbly.  I didn't want dinner. Everything hurt -- including my hair and my fake nails. 

I went to bed.

I stayed there for 18 hours.

Then I felt LOTS better!

No more back pain.  Arms, chest & legs - fine.  Hair - messy, but pain free.  Tummy -- hungry. 

So it wasn't Gabe's fault that I felt so miserable.

I had the flu.

Hmmmm. . . kinda scary that I didn't know the difference, doncha think?