I made it almost two days before returning to blog-land. It was totally worth it. I can’t even begin to describe the jumble of emotions I’m feeling tonight, after what was a pretty incredible, unforgettable, perfect weekend.
(Yep, anxious. But more on this in a bit.)
First, the good stuff. This long weekend was DEFINITELY what the doctor ordered, in so many ways. Scott and I finally had an entire weekend that was all ours, to reconnect, to disconnect, and to enjoy just being together. I guess I didn’t really realize just how busy and crazy and jumbled our life had become in the past few weeks, but we really needed this more than I realized until, well, now, as I sit here writing this very blog post.
I actually really, REALLY miss him right now, too. After spending all this time together over the weekend, with him off at bowling and me doing my own thing (Kick and Power done back to back tonight, what a doozy), I have this weird sense of sadness. So funny, I’m so used to doing my own thing a few nights a week and a lot of the weekend while Scott’s at work or off bowling or whatever, that you’d think this would be no biggie (and it’s really not, to be honest), but tonight this feels different, it’s too quiet without him sitting here next to me on the couch! THIS is why I’m realizing we really needed the “us” time over the weekend. Wow. It just sorta hit me in the face just now.
So clearly, our “date night” was a blast. We managed to polish off that bottle of J. Vineyard rose champagne we’d saved up from our Sonoma trip and, um, a few glasses of some pretty damn good Stag’s Leap at dinner. Good thing we took a cab, huh? 😉 So after a very successful date night, Sunday was the topper. We managed to do absolutely nothing – and when I say nothing, I really mean, NOTHING at all until last night. Didn’t even fit a workout in, imagine that?? It was pretty awesome, I’m not gonna lie, the nothing-ness and all. We did manage to whip up an impromptu dinner party that night with my sis, one of Scott’s friends and his wife and our wine-country-partner-in-crime Jess, too. It was a great night, loved that it was so spontaneous – typically not my style at ALL, for those of you who know me well. 😉 I’m a big-time planner, duh.
Today, the last day of our mini-vacation was such fun. We ran outside for the first time since November – froze our butts but it was good to feel the fresh air in my lungs again! Oh, how I’ve missed it so! The rest of the day was pretty much a repeat of yesterday (um, a whole lotta nothing!) until Scott went off to bowling and I hit the gym.
Love, joy, peace. That pretty much sums up the weekend in a nutshell.
But the anxious piece? That’s related to (you guessed it) Kick. Our fitness director reminded us via email that we have just ONE month until the video assessments are due. And, even if we do pass and become certified, it’s pretty obvious there isn’t enough room in the schedule (at least as it stands now) for us each to get a class of our own. The ones that don’t get a class will probably be subs but still, who wants that after all the blood, sweat and tears we’ve put into this thing? Not me, that’s for sure. For me success equals getting my own class, seeing my name on the group fitness schedule. I know it’s irrational, that I’ve succeeded even if I don’t get my own class right away, but for me? I NEED this to feel like I met my goal. So yes, I’m feeling the pressure and I just WANT THIS so damn bad that I will do whatever I can in my power to make it happen. So if ya’ll thought I had Kick on the brain all the time already? Well, I’m kicking (no pun intended) it up a notch or two for the next four weeks, bound and determined to win this battle. I just really want it, really, really bad. Is that so much to ask afterall?