Third set, tenth rep. I was almost done. Those last few reps are always the hardest. With some beads of sweat dripping down my forehead, I closed my eyes, clinched my teeth and decided to count from 1-5 instead of 11-15. Somehow, in my mind, it is easier to reach 5 than 15, even if I am doing the same amount of reps. 1….envisioning how awesome my legs will look this summer if I push through. 2….thinking about how proud Adam will be of me that I went to the gym 4 days in a row this week. 3….trying to find something to distract my mind from these last two reps that feel like they will be the death of me. 4….encouraging myself by the fact that I made it this far. 5….push through, push through, push through, and then I can open my eyes and get a drink of water. DONE!
I begin to open my eyes, proud of myself for completing 3 sets of 15 reps, and ready for a drink of water. And then it happened. Sure as the blood pumping through my veins, I looked up and the sight that I had to behold after completing that set was a sight that I never wish to see again in my life. In a matter of nanoseconds, I felt the urge to regurgitate everything I ate that day. Why, you ask?
Standing directly in front of me was a middle aged, overweight man wearing bright. Red. Spandex. I’m talking fire-engine-in-yo-face-red! And those suckers were TIGHT! Not tight as in the kinda of tight that you would hear on “Fresh prince of Bell Air” when referring to his new car rims. Oh no. These were tight as in adhered to his body like paint to a living room wall.
And as sure as the sun rises and sets every morning, he did the unthinkable (as though wearing red spandex was not unthinkable enough). He bent over.
Ladies and gentlemen, I need explain no further. You get the point. And thus, I welcome you to this week’s “Loves + Loathes.”
Red spandex. Unless you have a body like Spiderman, you have no business wearing red spandex. Period.
Vet’s You can read why here.
Bumper riders. So I was driving down the highway the other day going 80 in a 65mph zone and this guy is all up in my junk, beeping his horn and flashing his lights at me to go faster or move over. And I’m all like “Dude, I am going 15mph over already, but yeah, you can feel free to go catch the attention of any cops that are ahead of us.”
Massachusetts. I had the privilege of attending a dinner with a bunch of wedding planners this week in Barre, Ma. I have always loved how calm and “back home” Massachusetts felt, so it was really nice to take a 2 hour drive both back and forth to Barre.
The CT shoreline. Driving down I-95, windows rolled down, breeze blowing through my hair, rocking out to “all summer long,” I felt like I had a slice of heaven come greet me on earth for a few hours. It is so cozy and beautiful along the shoreline….I could spends hours and days on end there. 🙂
Honey Mesquite Turkey. I love food. I don’t eat to live, I live to eat. Must be the Italian in me. So this week I discovered Honey Mesquite Turkey, and it was like I found my food soul-mate. It melts in your mouth, and is just scrumptious!
And that concludes this week’s “Loves + Loathes”
Happy Saturday! Enjoy this awesome weather!