This is a definite blast from the past:
For some reason, somebody is looking at this picture quite a bit on flicker – which brought it to my attention. I guess I linked it here at some point? It was taken on our 1 year anniversary in 2007 when we’d gone down to Chattanooga to spend the weekend (where we’d gotten married).
It’s so weird to see these COMPLETELY different people – yet when I looked through the set of pictures, we’re exactly the same. We still dress similarly, do the same things when we travel, eat at the same places, etc.
It’s just odd to have been two different people to the world. I hardly remember the person reflected in that picture – but I so vividly remember that trip.
I have grown and changed so much in the past few years – both physically and emotionally – but that’s the point, right? To live and learn and change and grow.
How lucky are we that we both wanted the same sort of growing and changing?
I am still loving the running thing. I’m not sure what clicked this time, but something has radically changed.
I’ve been following the weekly schedules even though I often whine and complain and feel like I’m dying – and I’m just doing it. I got up and did it in San Francisco even though I was tired and it was dark and I could have easily played the vacation card. I get up and do it at home when it’s raining and cold and dark and miserable. AND I LIKE IT.
I still can’t get over the fact that I ran an entire mile for the first time. I almost ran 2 consecutive miles yesterday for the first time, but I had to stop to walk when I got to a hill – so it didn’t happen. But it will.
I’m slow – but I’m doing it and I’m enjoying it and I think I’ve finally trained myself to like it after trying/hating/failing FOR YEARS.
I’m toying with the idea of doing another paleo(ish) challenge for the month of March. January was fine and I’m glad I lost 6 pounds or whatever it was I ended up losing – but I don’t really consider it to be all that significant since it was temporary holiday weight. I wound up right back at my normal weight, which I’m 100% sure would’ve happened without the challenge.
I haven’t been weighing this month, but I checked the other day because my clothes are feeling loose and found myself at 163. Right at my norm.
I’m curious to see what might happen during a normal month – one where I start at my typical weight.
I don’t think I can handle documenting each day and I’m really not inclined to weigh each day, but I might make some sort of every other day effort. Still contemplating.
So we went to San Francisco.
Jon had to be out there for a week (for work) + I had a long weekend (President’s Day) – so we took advantage. We both wound up taking Friday off to fly out there together and then I flew back home alone early Monday morning. Worked out well.
We had the best time. Seriously. Fabulous weekend.
Jon’s work people sent him emails with lists of stuff to do, but I don’t think we did any of it. We aren’t really planners (i.e., to see shows or make reservations at specific restaurants) and are more wanderers – so that’s what we did.
I had read about this 49 mile drive, so we did it on Saturday – but in reverse – which wound up being an adventure since we hit a ton of one-way streets and had to alter the course quite a bit.
It wasn’t a big deal, though.
We ate a quick breakfast at the hotel before we left. I had the oatmeal, Jon had the eggs.
We stopped at a beach around mid-morning to watch some crazy people try to surf and used our yelp app to find coffee.
We wound up having breakfast #2 just because it was hard not to.
Most of the stops didn’t involve food …
But then lunch happened …
We were walking around and used the yelp app again – but wound up eating at the first place that didn’t have a crazy wait: La Mar Cebicheria Peruana
I had salmon.
Jon had a potato + sausage concoction from the brunch menu.
We split a dessert that I wouldn’t be able to describe even if I had the inclination to try.
We walked SO MUCH on Saturday. I had already done my nearly 3 mile jog before we started this day of sightseeing, so I wore my fitbit out of curiosity. We walked about 14 miles that day.
The hills? Not so bad.
I think we really lucked out with gorgeous weather. It got a little cold toward the end of the day, but otherwise – beautiful.
We were exhausted by dark. We’d been up since 3:30am (and had started the day with the jogging at 5am) – so we ordered dinner (take-out) from a restaurant near our hotel and ate in front of the tv in a haze.
On Sunday, we headed to Muir Woods super early since we were both wide awake again at 4am because of the time zone issue. We lucked out because we didn’t have to pay a toll to cross the Golden Gate Bridge, didn’t have to pay at Muir Woods AND we were leaving as the tourist buses starting rolling in.
We stopped at a Panera for breakfast because Jon had heard about their “hidden” menu.
I’m on an oatmeal kick lately.
We drove around for a while looking at stuff.
By the time lunch rolled around, we were in Sausalito, so we stopped at Salito’s Crab House where we were able to eat outside. In February.
This is about when we started having a serious conversation about what warm-weather environment we’re going to move to – someday.
Lunch was outrageous.
It was all very good, but it was too much. While I’m not super strict about my diet, I don’t generally eat things like bread and tortillas – and I don’t generally eat so much. I felt miserable and wound up sleeping in the car on the way to our hotel.
We were supposed to run when we got there since we hadn’t done it that morning, but I did NOT want to do it. I wanted to sleep. Like, REALLY wanted to just sleep.
I did it, though. 3 miles – individually. Run one, rest, run the second, rest, etc.
We found a jogging path near our hotel that was really great – so that helped.
Jon ran with me some, but would run ahead here and there (especially during the rest portions) – out of sight.
I seriously thought I might die during the first mile from stomach pain + cramping from the damn lunch. I panicked because I was alone, had no idea what town we were in since I thought we were supposed to be in San Mateo but everything said Foster City and I hadn’t even looked at a map, my phone battery was nearly dead and I didn’t think I could walk back to the car THAT I DIDN’T EVEN HAVE KEYS FOR AND OMG.
I swore right then and there that I will NEVER do to my body what I’d done with that huge + indulgent lunch.
I kept going mostly because I didn’t have a choice and because I refused to quit. It got better and I wound up being able to do all 3 miles at pretty much the same pace each time.
The exercise lifted the brain fog, so I felt much better the rest of the night. One of Jon’s work people picked us up and took us to dinner, but I hardly ate. I ordered a salad, skipped the bread and appetizer sitting on the table and tried to give my body a break.
Jon dropped me off at the airport super early the next morning and I spent the day flying home – and fasting. I don’t do intentional/planned fasting, but I definitely listen to my body. My body needed a break.
I feel like each trip we take is a little more successful than the last – health and food-wise. I have never been so motivated to exercise while traveling – and other than that one meal that derailed things for a little bit, I felt fantastic.
Finding a good balance is a constant challenge – but I really think I’m getting so much better at it.