Here is a summary of my today:
- Today I ran barefoot and loved it. I can't wait to get some racing flats and hit the roads! I know I need to work into them being a fuller time shoe, but the freedom, it was like a whole new running experience!
- I made salads w. romaine & heirloom tomatoes, ginger-apricot chicken legs, sweet potatoes, and green beans for dinner. It was all organic - 'cuz that's how I roll. I don't eat meat that often, except for fish, and chicken is my least favorite meat. I ate one chicken leg and felt sad, which is a totally hippie thing to say - I know. My husband ate almost all of them. My parents came by for dinner. We told them about Gran Turino - I think they will really like it. My dad could have written the dialogue - sad, but amusing to him, haha.
- Tink (our smallest JRT, really named Daphne) crawled up my back on sat on it while I was bent over tying my running shoes. Apparently her plan was to stay for a while. Monkey is heavier so thankfully not as climb-y, but is hell bent on playing tug and fetch every moment he is awake and you are sitting down.
- OH MY GOD. I must have blocked it out of my head. I tried to take an ice bath today. Those of you that have tried that before (or are tougher than me and do it on the regular) are fully aware that they are what satan must use to torture people in hell. I filled the tub with cold water and dumped some trays o' cubes in. Up until then it was an exciting experience. I tossed on a swim suit - by recommendation to not go commando lest my girlie parts freeze to death - and hopped in with my feet. HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS HOLY WHAT THE MOTHER F-ING HELL. I hopped out. I stood next to the tub with thawing feet. The only thought in my head was - holy shit I'm never getting back in there. About 2 minutes later, I decided to HTFU and go for it. I hopped in and sat down. My mind went blank. I was in there for about 15 seconds before I lifted myself over the tub. Yes, over the tub. Similar to what an animal tries to do when you attempt to give them a bath. One hand on either side of the tub, feet the same way. Frozen. After holding myself like that for a minute, I popped myself back in the water for about 30 more seconds before I realized it didn't look like this was really going to work for me today and hopped out. I was whimpering loudly - ok, it was shreiking really - and finally I hear from the family room, my husband, "Umm... are you OK?" I could only say "Holy... shit... cold." He didn't look surprised when I later told him that the ice bath was cold. Live to try again another day, I guess...