Call it the first blush of autumn color, or the first ragged (still learning) vee of geese I saw fly overhead last evening, but something is afoot in your favorite girl blogger's field of vision-- have no doubt.
It might be the waft of school supplies drifting through the air, or the sentimental song of seasons changing with time & tide.
Who knows? What I do know is that its been ages since I felt this kind of stir in my veins. Something's coming (cues West Side Story soundtrack, for good measure), and it defies identification. Whatever the name of this particular muse, its elusive. Light footed, clever-- s/he's calling me to toss aside the everyday & begging me to throw one last big Oooh La La festivus before the summer draws to a close.
If you need an A-one fun place to visit, were you can spend SEVEN HOURS touring, reading, listening, eating, groovin' & having a damn fine time, go HERE ~~~>
I had toured the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Museum several years ago, and was pleasantly surprised (while visiting it again yesterday) that I enjoyed the second tour every bit as much as the first-- that the permanent exhibits were just as engaging & the temporary ones were gritty and interesting.
Better and better, I was able to get a nifty package with the Holiday Inn (which overlooks the Lake) for admission to the museum, free breakfast buffet (still drooling from their selection), free parking and a fabulous king-room. Even if I only managed a 36-hour getaway from Wheeling and its charms, it was enough to renew me and get me through the busy days ahead (yes-- it looks like August is going to blow chunks much the way May/June/July did).
If you ever make it out this way, be sure to hit the RRHoF ~
Another thing the people who know me best will tell you is that I'm never at a loss for a song lyric / title to match my mood, or a particular moment. So it was with wry humor that I felt the lyrics to this oldie goldie bubbling through my head early this evening.
After spending much of the last month feeling like shit on a shingle-- drug related woes, a tendon tear & a nasty upper respitory bug-- I finally feel like I've gotten back in the swing of things.
Right now I'm on the road again for work (all week) and decided to take advantage of some free time to use the treadmill in the hotel workout room. I was a little hesitant-- the last two times I'd attempted to walk / jog, I'd had to abort on both occasions, as my leg wasn't totally healed. But today, everything was perfect-- despite my headphones crapping out 2 minutes into the workout, I logged 45 minutes on that metal contraption, and it was GOOOOOOOOOD. Heart was pounding, but not too hard. Broke a sweat, but nothing extreme. Achey leg didn't twinge AT ALL, and it was with reluctance that I made myself get off of the machine after 45 minutes (I'd been logging an hour before the recent pestillence). I didn't want to turn a peak experience into a failure by overdoing...
So it was with cheesy grin on puss that I hauled my carcass out of the hotel and down the street to Wendy's for a taco salad (food porn-- the perfect compliment to my workout afterglow). I was proud of myself for working out, despite having sat in classes for 8 hours (normally a great excuse to NOT exercise), thrilled that I had no pain/breathing issues flaring up, and enjoying a ferocious surge of exercise endorphins. I was glowing (ok-- sweating, but with a purpose) & felt better than I have in far more months than I care to count, let alone admit.
I wanted to trap that feeling in a bottle. I wanted to sell it (the feeling, not the sweaty carcass, you pervs) on the streets. It was all I could do to not drunk dial all my friends and shout, "Do you have ANY FREAKIN' CLUE how good I feel right now???" Later, after I'd bagged my erotica and come back to my room, I received a call from a dear friend who just happens to be a fitness junkie. He could tell immediately that I was in a great mood, which surprised him since he knew these training weeks tend to drain me dry. And after recounting my adventure, I begged him to help me remember how I was feeling-- to remind me, the next time I gripe about getting up at 5:30 to throw on my workout gear, just how fan-damn-tabulous I am feeling.
Right now, I'm rediscovering parts of me that have been lost in recent months / years, and finding other bits that I wasn't even aware I posessed. I had hoped that they were, but until you stumble across them, there's always room for doubt, right? All I know is that life is pretty damn good right now-- even if its just for a short stretch.
