On Owning Life Decisions

If you’ve been following me on Instagram (and you totally should, because sometimes I post unicorns) you know that last week I started a Whole30. I had been W30’ing and posting on it for six days, but now I have a confession to make … I had beer the other night. Not one, but two beers. It was a conscious choice I deliberated prior to and at the event, and I decided to go for it. And in my opinion it was deliciously and soul-fully worth it, despite the heartburn, crummy sleep, and rough morning after. I enjoyed the experience with a new friend, and we had a great time. I felt the situation called for it, so I allowed myself to make whatever choice I felt was appropriate.

Normally if I “quit” a Whole30, that’s it. I dive-bomb back into whatever my diet was before I started. But this time, I picked right back up where I left off the next morning, getting up early to make an egg scramble and pack a tuna salad for lunch. Because to me the process of getting my lifestyle and habits overhauled to embrace healthier food choices for myself matter more than giving into the “What the Hell” effect described in the “Food Freedom Forever” book, as in “what the hell, I’m eating this so I might as well eat all the things and go down in flames of glory,” which is so tempting. But I’m not tempted.

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I know, right?

Now, I’m not too proud of going off-plan. Let me just make that clear. But what I am proud of is that it was a conscious choice, I don’t feel bad about myself, and my only regret is that I chose to make this Whole30 so public on my Instagram, only to “lol just kidding” six days in. Kind of awkward. But I am picking up where I left off, and I’m back on plan. This is a huge leap of difference between old Emily and new Emily. Old Emily would throw in the towel, fully succumb to the “What the Hell” effect (as in, what the hell, I might as well also have pizza and top it off with some Safeway sheet cake … and go for my usual Starbucks breakfast sandwich and coffee with creamer tomorrow morning for breakfast because whoops I’m done oh well) and it would be several weeks before I finally emerged from my nutritional off-roading glory to crawl back to the program, confess to my dietary sins, and try again. Oh, and feel terrible and beat myself up for “why can’t you just be healthy!?!? What is wrong with you?”

So, new Emily has come to realize that this is a journey, and what’s a road trip without a few pit stops along the way? Sometimes the detour to see Carhenge is appropriate (I mean, it’s a Stonehenge replica made entirely out of cars can you not even) even if it sets you back a bit both time and budget-wise. Or maybe not. But you need to own the decision. If I had planned ahead of time to have seltzer with lime, got to the bar, and threw it all out for a beer, that would be different. That was not a conscious, deliberate decision. That is old Emily behavior. New Emily considered the options ahead of time, and decided to evaluate in the moment. And then in the moment, evaluated the options again and concluded that this would be okay. It is not sticking to the Whole30, I am not following the program in that moment, but for me personally it is okay.  And you know what? I’m still a good person at the end of the day. Well, okay, some folks might beg to differ, but my dietary choices have no affect on my morality and self-worth. And that is something that it’s taken me the better part of two decades to figure out.

I have a couple other social opportunities this week where I’ll have to make a decision whether to stick to the Whole30 plan or not, because I’ll be at a party or at a restaurant and temptation to stray will be there. But for these situations, I’ve predetermined that no, going off-plan will not serve me, and I’m making arrangements to stick to the program, such as suggesting to my friends to cook a meal at their apartment instead of going out (I offered to grill steak for them, so I’ll still be popular don’t worry), and looking at the restaurant menu ahead of time to figure out how much I will be able to make work and bringing some snacks to supplement. This is not hard, it just takes a little planning an experience.

The takeaway is sometimes plans and intentions change, but instead of regretting and berating yourself for “not being more disciplined” or “I just have no willpower,” own your choices, take the results with grace and compassion, and go on to enjoy the rest of your life.

Am I perfect? Nope. Will every off-road decision be made with this amount of contemplation and contentment of the results? Most definitely not. I’m sure at some point there will be some regretful break-room-donuts or home-alone-beer-and-nachos decisions that were more automatic than mindful. But it’s about progress, and the best kind of self-care is when you can celebrate the wins.

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And homemade chicken curry, because OMG so good.

I hope you are having a fabulous morning. Go make it a great day!

 

Life is Pain, Your Highness

Some days, I feel so on top of the world, that there is nothing I can’t do or figure out. This is not one of those days. Why does technology have to go and make me feel like such an idiot? My only comfort is knowing that I am totally not alone in this sentiment. I’m confident of this, since I work support in the tech industry. It’s okay people; your support engineer has those days where they can’t get their computer to start only to find it’s not plugged in, too. Or something like that.

I want to start a new blog. With the new fall season and all of my blog-worthy interests evolving the past few months, and the fact that I love to start new projects, I thought a blog that was more CrossFit and fitness-focused would be fun. Not that I can’t talk about CrossFit and fitness here, but I’m a bit OCD when it comes to content and I prefer to keep things organized. ERTR started out as a running blog, but then I stopped running. And then I had another baby. And then I started putting myself back together after baby. Now I feel like I’m ready to start a new chapter with blogging, and I felt that a shiny, new blog would  be the right way to do it.

But could that be easy? No. Mostly because I’m an idiot and I don’t know how the World Wide Web works, apparently. Because who wants to research and read about registrar domains and stuff? Can’t I just fire up a new WordPress site and go?

I had a feeling I was jumping into it too quickly. Because once I get an idea in my head, I have to do it NOW RIGHT NOW. So when I thought, “Hey, I know! Let’s start a new blog!” I have to pick out a name, set up a site, and GO! I wanted my new space to be focused on CrossFit, self-love, and holistic wellness. I thought “Eat, Lift, Love” would be a perfect name. So, while on my phone waiting for BART, I googled and didn’t find any hits so I figured the domain was up for grabs. Which is weird, because I thought that was a pretty good domain name. I jumped on GoDaddy and purchase the domain no problem. I set up a new WordPress site and mapped the domain.

Then I actually googled eatliftlove.com from my computer (not my phone). And someone already has a website at that url. WTH.

Turns out, registrars (the sites that sell and manage domains) can sell you domains already registered with another service. I should have looked up in the WHOIS database to check if the domain was already taken by another service. But I didn’t, because I didn’t know. Now I have to figure out a new domain name. Or I can forget about it and let this little blog evolve with me. That might not be a horrible idea, either. Actually, that requires a lot less effort on my part. And I’m lazy, so let’s do that instead.

False alarm! I don’t have a new website after all. Whew, that was a close one!

Go make it a great day!

Spring Fling Recap Event #3 – But Did You Die?

Time for the third and final post about my first CrossFit competition recap, the Spring Fling!

In case you missed it, here are recaps for Event #1 and Event #2.

Are you exhausted yet? I hope not, because Event #3 was a good ol’ chipper!

Event #3: a good ol’ chipper – Complete the following sequence for time. Time cap of 16 minutes:

  • 100 DB presses (25lb)
  • 50 box jumps (20″)
  • 50 kettlebell lunges (35lb)
  • 50 kettlebell swings (35 lb)
  • 50 goblet squats (35 lb)

Scoring is by time completed, or how many movements were completed before the time cutoff.

16 minutes? Bha ha ha ha! That’s cute, they thought I could finish in 16 minutes! I assumed I would be lucky to make it to the swings. And I was right.

After taking a bit of a car nap and eating some food, I was ready to kill the third event and get it all over with. I was super pumped by the first couple of women’s heats. Given how long I had to wait until my heat started I was worried about losing mental interest and my warm-up, so I kept moving around and trying to cheer for the other athletes as they slogged through the workout. I figured the key was just to pace it, and keep steady and keep moving. Which as it turns out, is my jam. I love chippers.

Doing the math, I figured to finish within the time cut I had to complete each exercise within 3-4 minutes. No way. I mean, maybe I could crank out the swings in that time, but box jumps? We’ll just have to go in and do our best there. I started my heat, and the push presses were laughable. It was hard to only use one arm, it took me a few reps to figure out the balance! And my right was clearly stronger than my left. At first I tried to keep my splits even, do 10 presses on the right, then switch and do 10 on the left, but my left was taking so much longer! I eventually did the last 20 reps all on my right in the interest of time.

After the 100th push press, I immediately dropped the dumbbell and started with the box jumps. After watching the other heats, I figured I would do better if I just stepped up on the box instead of jumping up, which was legal. When you’re tired it takes just as long to step up as to jump and recover, and since I’m only 5′ tall a 20″ box is a significant height, like, almost the length of my whole leg. I was able to cruise at a pretty steady pace, switching legs as needed and never needing to break it up. Towards the end I was putting my hands on my knees to help myself up, but I never needed to stop. Nailed it.

After the box jumps were the weighted lunges. Lunges are hard. They’ve always been a bit of a menace to me. And lunges with a 35lb kettlebell just suck. I would much rather lunge with a barbell, because at least it’s not awkward to carry. I sort of cradled the kettlebell to my chest with one arm and held it in place with the other while I lunged away. I ended up breaking out in groups of 8’s and 4’s as my quads slowly died on me. And holding the kettlebell to my chest was causing my lower back some problems that ended up doing me in. In hindsight, I should have balanced the kettlebell on my shoulder, or held it to my side, swapping sides. But I chalk this up to the “you don’t know what you don’t know” category of competing for the first time. I cranked them out best I could and moved on to the swings.

The swings are where I died. My lower back was cramping so bad, I couldn’t even get the thrust to move the kettlebell. I just sort of collapsed on all fours after 10 reps, unable to continue. I was super frustrated. I had done so well, and now this! I would scrabble up, do a couple more reps until I thought my back would break, and collapse down again. I twisted and stretched and it did nothing. I would try to land a couple more swings, then curse and throw the weight down again. At one point with just a couple minutes left until the time cutoff, my gym owner saw me and asked my judge if I was done. I shook my head; I’m not done, I just can’t move! She offered a modification to the swing, to bend my elbows and use more arm to muscle up the kettlebell, rather than keeping my arms straight. That actually worked really well, using my arms more than my back to support, and I was able to finish with a final score of 40 swings.

I didn’t make it to the goblet squats, but with my back thoroughly cramping I can’t imagine that would have been super spectacular. Still, I wish there wasn’t a time cap so I could have had the opportunity to know where I would have finished. I’m guessing I needed another 3-4 minutes to crank out the rest of the swings and the squats. I probably could have finished in under 20. But with my final score I ended up 17th in Event #3.

After the last of the heats were completed, we had beer. And awarded the winners. I came in 15th overall out of 27 participants, which is about how I did throughout my academic career, so nothing to complain about there (I always said C’s get degrees!).

The best part was, when I went home, I was home alone. The kids were visiting their grandparents, and Hulk had flown out to Austin, TX that morning on a business trip. This was, like, the ultimate luxury. So I cooked up a Home Chef meal (pork chops with butternut squash-apple mash, yay protein and carbs!), took an ice bath (eek!) followed by a really long epsom salt soak, and binged-watched the last season of Downton Abbey with Olive. It was a good day.

It’s so weird, at the time I was sort of beating myself up about my scores. Then as I’m walking through the day again, it’s like I sort of realized what a badass I am, that I did everything I could and there are very few regrets, performance-wise. And I am so looking forward to the next competition, whenever that will be. The CrossFit competition kool-aid has been drunk by the gallon over here.

And that’s it! I hope you enjoyed my recap, in all of its self-induglent, CrossFitty glory.

Go make it a great weekend!

A “Bad Example” Day of Whole30 Eats

What is up? I’m over here begrudgingly noting the fact that I had my seventh – yes seventh – night in a row of food dreams. On one hand I am so ready for this Whole30 to be over. On the other hand, I only want it  to be over so I can indulge in an all-out carb-o-palooza which isn’t really my goal here. And I burned my breakfast frittata. Sad panda.

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I even put the good mushrooms in it.

In other news besides setting frittatas on fire, I actually recorded everything I ate Thursday in sort of a “A Day of Whole30” format. Which made me realize (as you might find out after you check it out) …

I’m not eating enough.

No wonder I’m so cranky pants this week. So if you’re embarking on a Whole30 and are a petite yet relatively active young-ish woman, eat more than this.

Breakfast (or as Whole30’ers like to call it, “Meal 1”

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Since I am going through a major “can’t even” I’ve been making whatever food sounds good that doesn’t require too much prep. I nuked a couple of chicken apple sausages and ate a bag of snap peas with primal mayo. Added some coconut milk to my coffee, annnnnd we’re done.

Lunch (Meal #2)

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Lunch was the return of chicken apple sausage, with a whole cut-up bell pepper. I forgot the fat, but since I had about a half a can of coconut milk with my eleventeen cups of coffee, I figured it could slide.

Snack (The Forbidden Mini-meal)

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You’re discouraged from snacking on a Whole30, but I had a cut-up apple with almond butter midafternoon because I was getting super hangry.

Dinner (Meal #3)

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I was almost going to have chicken apple sausage AGAIN, but I pulled myself out of the Can’t-Even loop with Amber’s comment on this pork chop recipe. I didn’t exactly follow the recipe, but it was a great way to sear and cook a pork chop. I also found out I had all the ingredients to make the ranch dressing from the Whole30 book, so paired with a head of romaine it was a quick and decent dinner.

I thought I was doing okay, and my “meh” about the Whole30 was something else. Now I’m thinking that I’m just not eating enough. It’s sort of a mental laziness thing. It’s hard to have Hulk and Squish just heat up some corn dogs for lunch (*cough* or breakfast) while I’m chopping and roasting and stuff to make a “funner” meal that’s palatable. I’m getting stuck in the “convenience” mindset. Plus, the cost is really weighing on me. The first couple weeks, I didn’t even look at prices when I shopped. I would buy the grass-fed meat, whatever organic veggies my little heart desired. Then Hulk and I had a little heart-to-heart about our grocery bill (the $16 jars of ghee may have been a topic for discussion) and now I’m trying to be more mindful of what I put in the cart. It’s do-able on a budget, but not nearly as much fun in my book (#firstworldproblems, I know). So I’m shopping at the local Safeway instead of Whole Foods, buying conventional veggies and whatever meat’s on sale. And it sort of swiped some of the magic from me, mentally. Sort of a “perfect is the enemy of good” sort of deal. Hence the food dreams and Captain Insane-o cravings. After all, if my artichoke’s not organic, then maybe I should just plow through this box of cookies, right? Thank goodness I’m too darn stubborn to give in, but I’m really hoping I can reconcile this “all or nothing” mentality before Day 31, because I don’t want to go nuts on donuts and anything else that also rhymes with “donuts”.

So I’m going to put my big girl pants on and get thee to a kitchen to cook all the things. Because I am not going out like that.

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Le Weekend

i can’t believe it’s Monday already. That’s what happens when you actually have plans over the weekend, I suppose. It was still a blast, and I will most likely be paying for it for the next few days *cough* allthebeer.

Saturday started out innocent enough. While Hulk was out running errands, Squish and I had a lovely weekend breakfast involving Nutella.

  
Then we went to SF Oysterfest in Golden Gate Park. I had way more oysters and beer than what was probably recommended for my age group.

  
Sunday morning started off with more brunch and more Nutella. Hulk’s mom was visiting, so we had a nice Mother’s Day brunch at La Boulange then took Squish to the playground so he could burn off some Nutella. When we were cold and wanted to go home we were met with only minor protests.

  
Later we went and checked out the house we’ve almost bought. Two more weeks! 

Then we went home to lay around and eat leftovers.

  
  

After all that, I still managed to get my run in this morning. 

  
Woo-hoo! I finally broke 3 miles! 

And that is all.

Well, I still need to finish putting together my Whole30 wrap up. That’s on the bucket list for this week. And we got a dog on Wednesday, so I need to give you the proper introduction to her when I get the chance. So, I guess that’s all for now.

Go make it a great Monday!

Weekend Recap: Not Bad

Hello and good morning! I trust your weekend was an appropriate blend of refreshing and productive. I enjoyed some family time being back at home for a change.

We started Saturday out with lunch at La Boulange. I grabbed my latte to go so we could let Squish run around Yerba Buena Gardens for a bit.

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It’s impossible to get a good picture of Squish these days.

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This was what I got when I asked him to “smile!”

Then we lounged around all afternoon. I was feeling really out of it. I had trouble sleeping Friday night, so I decided to pop a Unisom. Then I woke up with the biggest “Unisom hangover,” where I’m done sleeping but my brain is incredibly foggy and all my muscles are noodle-y. So I was pretty much useless. Fortunately, Amanda came over to visit and put the new window markers Squish received as a gift to good use.

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We had a super early dinner at Super Duper Burger.

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And then we watched Disney movies. This is how we roll in the big city, I tell you.

Sunday I went to the San Francisco Women’s Expo with my friend Katie, and scored a skincare assessment and massage at the Massage Envy booth! More on that in another post, I’m still putting together my review! But spoiler alert: it was awesome and I absolutely want to go back next year!

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Chaos at the Expo!

Then we went house hunting all afternoon. We saw six houses (!!) and even found a couple of winners! We might put an offer on one this week, but there’s another showing Tuesday for another house that we are interested in. Hulk’s going to catch that one while I’m at work, and we’ll see what comes of that. House hunting = a roller coaster of excitement.

After all that excitement, we checked out a new-to-me restaurant in Bernal Heights, Precia Park Cafe.

I ordered some appetizer I can’t remember the name of. Brosecca? It was layers of mozzarella, pesto, figs, some other really good stuff, and arugula that you spread on dark, crusty bread. Mmm.

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I also had a small mixed greens salad.

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And the main point of awesomeness, margarita pizza!

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Not a bad weekend.

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That’s all for now. I’ll be back later with my review of the San Francisco Women’s Expo. Go make it a great day!

August Goals Review

It’s September already! Okay, it’s been September for a couple of days now, but I can’t seem to shake that bright, shiny, new-month feeling. Anyway, time to review my goals I set for August:

  1. Work out 4 days a week
  2. Daily blog post
  3. Sleep/nap more – 8 hours/night

Eww. Do I have to? Because I kind of, you know, didn’t do them again. Well, I certainly did my part on #3, the whole sleeping thing. Good grief, all the sleep. If I didn’t have to actively be at work or forcibly take care of another human, I’m pretty much in bed or laying on the couch. I get an A+ for sleep. Even if I do wake up 1,000,000 a night and wake up more tired than when I went to bed. My goal was quantity, not quality.

Anyway, I also crapped out on working out, mostly to make way for more sleep. But I’ve figured out an ingenious way around my whole boo-the-gym attitude. I have stopped riding my bike to the train station, and instead am now taking the Caltrain shuttle from the station to the business park in the morning, then walking the 1.5 miles from the office to the train station in the evening. It’s about a half hour walk, so this way I am guaranteed to get SOME activity in during the day. Then I pepper the week with sporatic squats, push-ups, and the occasional prenatal yoga (which I’ve been able to hit up here and there and I am LOVING it!) either at Satori Yoga in downtown SF or from a podcast. I do feel better, even though I still want all the sleep.

I felt really weird about blogging lately, because I’ve been so lazy and eating so crappily. But as I mentioned yesterday, you can’t present the good without also paying tribute to the bad. I’m struggling with giving myself a break and letting me just embrace the fact that this is the one point in my life where I am allowed to be lazy. Once the little miss comes (in just a couple of short months! Eek!) I’ll have my fair share of running around again. Until then, it’s time to order some more Indian take-out and watch another season of Archer in one sitting.

As of Lately

As of lately, I feel on some strange “survival mode” holding pattern. I’ve pretty much abandoned my paleo lifestyle for “convenience” foods – lots of restaurant take-out and coffee shop breakfasts. I just don’t want to cook. I don’t want to stand, really. When I get home, all I want to do is lay down. As a result, I feel like life hasn’t been very blog-worthy lately. But over the long weekend I told myself that I wouldn’t be doing my blog justice by only writing about what I think is “good” content. Life isn’t always rainbows, responsible choices, and freshly prepared kale salad. Sometimes there’s moo-shu pork and peanut butter chocolate chip cookies along with binge-watching Season 5 of “Archer.” Which is pretty much how my weekend went.

Saturday morning I got up early to head to Napa and help my sister and her boyfriend with their post-earthquake cleanup efforts. They’re fine and their house wasn’t damaged from the 6.0 earthquake last weekend, but pretty much all of their possessions ended up on the floor. They had most of it under control, but it’s hard to really get things done during the week when one has to go to work and stuff. We unearthed the last of the living room and repaired some bookshelves, and a good time was had by all. Plus, Amanda gave me a bag of hand-me-down baby girl clothes she got from a friend for me. Score. Then I went home and slept the rest of the afternoon away.

Sunday I had a strange possession to go for a walk as soon as I awoke. So I went on a nice hour-long jaunt around my old running route to AT&T park and back. Then I decided to honor my wild nesting craving top clean and organize Squish’s room, so I went through all of his clothes, toys, and books to comb out all the too small and too broken stuff. I also figured out where to stash all the baby stuff until the Little Miss comes.

Squish helped.

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Then we hit the pool to enjoy the super unusually warm SF weather. Squish swam in circles for over an hour, he absolutely loves the pool. Once the sun hid behind the tall buildings we headed back in for some Chinese take-out and to watch all of Season 1 of “You’re the Worst,” which is a hilarious adult comedy on FX I highly recommend. Sort of “New Girl” meets “Friends with Benefits.”

Monday was Labor Day, so we all slept in and I made bacon and eggs for breakfast. Then my friend and I met to grab coffee and peruse the bookstore at the Ferry building. At home everyone else napped while I got caught up re-reading “The Golden Compass.” I love that series. We found out some friends were having a pool party, so we hit up the pool again for the weekend, and Squish once again spent a happy hour swimming in circles and charming all the ladies. Then we and a huge seafood dinner at our neighbor’s apartment. Seared scallops, shrimp, and mussels in white wine sauce. I gorged and fell asleep happy.

That’s my weekend recap. I hope you also had a relaxing long weekend, or at least a relaxing weekend if it wasn’t a long one for you.

A Tale of Two Airports

Here’s a really long story about what happened to me when I tried to get home from Pittsburgh Friday.

So, as you know I travel a lot for work. Like, a lot. At this point, I am very comfortable with air travel and few things rattle me. But trying to get home Friday just about used up every ounce of travel patience and goodwill I had left.

I was scheduled to return to Pittsburgh Friday evening. But when I went to check into my flight, I found I wasn’t assigned a seat, meaning that they were oversold. Because I didn’t have a seat, I couldn’t get a boarding pass on my phone like I usually do. So I went to the ticketing counter to get a paper boarding pass. The ticketing agent confirmed that the flight was oversold and they were looking for volunteers to take an alternate flight that arrived just a few minutes after the scheduled flight. I figured I could use the voucher they were offering, so I decided to be a good person and volunteer my seat for the alternate flight. Let this be a lesson: never, ever try to be a “good person” when you are traveling. Look out for #1 always, because the “good” travelers always get screwed in the end.

So they booked me on a flight on a different airline to Los Angeles and from there back on my normal airline to San Francisco. They even gave me a very nice exit row seat with extra room and no seat mates. Score, and I had a pleasant flight to LAX.

Then things got crazy. It had been a long time since I connected through LAX, but if you haven’t been, each airline has a separate terminal with a separate security entrance point. Which meant I basically had to exit the airport and go through security again to change planes. Okay, no problem. I had plenty of time in between connections.

Then at the security checkpoint I noticed that my boarding pass stated “no ticket assigned” so they wouldn’t let me through security. I went to the ticket counter to have then print me a new boarding pass, thinking that maybe the ticketing agent wasn’t able to print me a boarding pass from my normal airline. But the LAX ticketing agent looked at my ticket and said, “That’s not an <airline> flight. That’s a <some airline I’ve never heard of before> flight, and you need to go to their ticketing counter 2 terminals away.” Seriously? WTH? So with about a half hour left until boarding, I’m running down the unloading zone at LAX in my nice business flats (thank the lucky stars I didn’t pack heels on this trip!) to Terminal 5, where I go to a ticketing counter of an airline I’ve never heard of before to find no one there.

You’re kidding me. So back I go to the previous ticketing counter, where it then dawns on me that I just earned my frequent flier status, meaning I can talk to the business class ticketing agents, meaning I don’t have to stand in the ever-growing main cabin line. Finally, a stroke of luck! The ticketing agenda figured things out right away and gave me a first-class upgrade on my connection to SFO! Happy dance!

Or so I thought.

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See the date? April 12. That’s Saturday. This is Friday. The ticketing agent booked me for a flight the next morning.

So now the flight I want to be on is boarding, and I don’t have a ticket. I run to the customer service desk to only be stuck behind a huge line of passengers also trying to resolve their issues last-minute. I text Hulk that I might not make it home that night, to which he responds to call Customer Service while I’m standing in line. He is a genius, did I ever mention that? So I call and get my issue resolved before the line even creeps forward at the customer service desk. They put me on the flight that’s leaving RIGHT NOW and I run back to the gate just in time to board the plane.

Oh, and the whole time I’m trying to not throw up because of morning sickness that doesn’t really happen in the morning, it happens at any time.

So here’s where my nice side is always stumped. Do I call and alert my airline what happened to me? I was totally going to call some one and give them an earful when I was super panicked and angry running from terminal to terminal. Now that I’ve had a chance to calm down, is it even worth a call? I was still able to get the problem fixed, but on the other hand they should probably know how the mistake happened (the ticketing agent in Pittsburgh assigned me to the wrong Saturday morning flight to begin with and no one caught it until I got to the gate) so they can put preventative measures it to discourage a repeat event.

Anyway, that’s my story about how I’m not going to try to be a nice person when I travel anymore.

Secretly Six Years Old

You know when you have a dream so real, you confuse it with reality? What are those called? Well, I had one of those last night, with some amusing side effects. Yesterday at work, I received a meeting invite for a kind-of-a-big-deal meeting. The meeting was for 5:00 am this morning, since it involved kind-of-a-big-deal folks on the east coast. Okay, great. If I need to be at an early morning meeting every once in a while because the project is based on the east coast, I can handle that. But normally we try to schedule meetings as close to normal working hours as possible, so that was weird. However, since the meeting was for kind-of-a-big-deal people and we were working around their schedule, maybe that’s all that was available. And I’m far from a big deal, so I wasn’t sure if it was a courtesy invite, or if I’m a required attendee. So, do I accept and lose out on an hour of sleep? Or do I assume they couldn’t possibly expect California to attend a 5:00 am conference call and it’s all a misunderstanding?

I got distracted by shiny things didn’t get a chance to address it at work, and I didn’t think about it until I was going to bed and setting my alarm for the next day. So I texted my boss at 10:00 pm asking if I needed to be on the call. Then I went to bed, setting my alarm early just in case.

Apparently, I dreamed that my boss texted back that I didn’t need to attend, so I shut off the alarm. In my dream. Then I dreamed other stuff, so I became confused that it was all a dream. So when my alarm went off at 4:45, I was super confused. I turned this alarm off! I didn’t have to be on the call, what is going on. Then I checked my texts, realized my boss never texted me back in real life, and I still didn’t know if I needed to be on the call or not. Ugh. So I waited until 5:00 am and joined the call.

There was no one on the line.

I checked the meeting invite. It was schedule for March 5, not February 5. Since both days fall on a Wednesday it didn’t occur to me to check the month. And that’s the week I’m on the east coast, so they actually scheduled the meeting for when I would be there during business hours. Oh em gee.

On the plus side, I had an awesome, leisurely breakfast and food prepped some more stuff to last the rest of the week.

In other random news, I was horribly, illogically excited that I had all the ingredients to make Ants on a Log at work yesterday.

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I was grinning like an idiot and sort of giggling to myself the entire time. Yes, I am secretly 6 years old.

I’ve been user testing a new workout training app. It’s called Spitfire Athlete, and it’s being designed and developed by a trainer in San Francisco. It’s a weight training app for women. For “real” weight training, like barbells and stuff, not the Gwyneth Paltrow only-lift-5-lbs weights. I’m really digging it so far. It’s not released yet, but when it is I’ll let you know. But that’s where my workouts have been lately.

Alright, this is a word-y post. Here is a happy picture pulled from Pinterest to cheer up your hump day. May your day make you as happy as the trampoline has made these goats.

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