Forgive me readers, for I have zinned. It’s been almost a month since I last wrote and in that time I also chardonnayed, pinot grigio’d, sauvignon blanc’d, and in one particularly crazed weekend, all of the above plus shots off a water ski. There was duck-face involved and slow ninja-move, karate dancing to Pink Floyd. It wasn’t pretty.
The point is, this was my summer of excess. Or actually, half a summer of excess because I managed to keep it together up until my triathlon in July at which point I came to a full halt working out wise and went full throttle on laying on lounge chairs, drinking wine and eating barbecued meat.
It was a gawd damn good summer.
I made a few halfhearted attempts at working out so I wouldn’t die in my September triathlon but when the weather is nice and your backyard patio is calling out for you to sit your padded butt in a padded chair and pass that ice cold wine please, it would be rude not to answer.
And rude I am not.
But now the kids are back in school which means I’m back on track – a sad, get my ass back in shape hurty track. I started boot camp yesterday and now all those muscles I didn’t use floating in a pool and laying in lounge chairs are all WTF Sharon.
But it was worth it. Every calorie-laden-glass-of-wine-potato-chip-campfire-smores-grilled-meat moment.
And I guess I’ll just have to remember those moments when I start training for my Olympic Distance Triathlon next year.