So What Wednesday

So what if...

• I thought people that got up before 5:00am to workout were wack-a-doos and now I'm one of them? It's when I can fit it in everyday. I don't know a doctor that takes appointments or a friend that wants to hang out at that ungodly hour, so I'm always free.
• I got part of my motivation from watching I Used to Be Fat and Heavy? If their whiny butts can make it to the gym and through workouts, why can't I?
• I really enjoy going to bed around 9:00pm? I'm actually getting killer sleep, I feel like I've slept longer than I have, and I'm getting at least 7 hours now. 
• I bring three bags into work? Technically one is my purse (ginormous) and one is my gym bag, but really I don't want to leave some things here overnight since I use them at home and it's impractical to have two of some things.
• I have no idea what to get my dad for his birthday and it might have to be a gift card? He claims he doesn't like to shop, but I don't know a man that can't find something he "needs" at Home Depot.
• I didn't get a snow day yesterday? I was just really cold for those few minutes between the office and my car. With seat heaters and the right winter apparel that every Colorado resident should own, it's not too bad.
• I constantly update my blogger dashboard at work hoping that someone will blog? I want something to read that won't make my brain liquefy.

Now, head over to Life After I "Dew" to link up and say your So Whats.

What Was I Thinking?

I have looking for a gym for awhile now. I wanted something that was closer to home for the purposes of motivation and economy on gas. My choices were limited to the county rec center (outdated equipment and kids running around), a membership gym (that closed before I had a chance to look at it), a YMCA (pricey, over-glorified day care center with treadmills), another gym without classes (not really convenient, but still closer than my yoga studio selection), and yet another gym geared toward MMA-fighter wannabes (sketchy and creepy in a juiced up gorilla sense).

Driving to work about a week ago, I saw a sign for "Rock Hard Fitness" in a place that was previously an appliance store. I thought that it might be a fitness equipment store, so I made a mental note to google it and check it out when I had a chance.

Come to find, it's the PERFECT place!!!

Rock Hard Fitness hosts bootcamp classes in 5-week sessions with varying number of classes per week depending on the time of day. I had the opportunity to try out a class on Saturday for free before their first session, and I'm hooked. I'm hooked on the energy of the trainer, the energy of the class, the fact that no two classes will be the same, that the scheduled class will hold me accountable to show up and do work, the high I feel after I get my ass kicked in 60 minutes, (Seriously, 15 pounds at the beginning of class felt a lot lighter than the 6 pounds towards the end), and that I am finally out of excuses to move my ass.

So, I drank the kool-aid and signed up for a 5:30am, Monday through Friday, 5-week bootcamp. What was I thinking? If you know me in person, I have come up with every excuse to not workout. I dare you to out excuse me. What was I thinking? Clearly, I was drunk on endorphins. I took one hit and I'm hooked like meth. Or, at least that's what those scary PSAs tell me. Although, I doubt I'll lose my teeth.

Day one was this morning. The 4:21am alarm was a little early, but I don't care because I built in a snooze push (or two), I sleep in the clothes I'll work out in, and I managed to get everything ready the night before. Granted, I need some fine tuning, but I feel completely energized, I have my workout done by 6:30am, and I better see some toning based on the ass kicking I received again.

I know that once I have the night-before-prep down and I'm used to getting up that early and not for a flight, it will make it that much easier and have the 5 weeks fly by before I know it!

Internal Dialogue from Today

So, here are some of my thoughts for about a 2 hour time span today while I was out and about:

• [At Car Wash] Since it's 66 today, I thought that's a good day for a thorough cleaning for Bruce. (That's short for Subaru. Get it?)
• Women don't realize that suits should be tailored or at least not worn too tight or too loose. Ew.
• My iPhone is magnetized enough to give stick between it and my nano.
• [Now at Dick's Sporting Goods] How is it the most out of shape people work in a sporting goods store in the fitness sections?
• And how is it no one actually works here? I see them roam in packs, but no one can help me with the heart rate monitors.
• Just because I have cowboy boots on doesn't mean that I don't also own a pair of trainers and workout.
• I'm giving my business to Sport Authority.
• I should have thought about not being able to roll down my windows to enjoy these 66 degrees.
• [Now at Sports Authority] Walked in, was greeted, helped and out the door in less than 10 minutes.
• Oh, and now that Bruce is clean, I can see this huge ding in my passenger side. Irks the shit out of me. 
• I remember asking for new car smell, not Nair. Ew.
• What has two thumbs and got BOTH of her tax refunds today? Me!

I have some seriously weird internal thoughts. Sometimes I wish I could remember all of them.

Then I Got To Thinking Giveaway

Mizz Tracy over at Then I Got To Thinking... has prepared an amazing giveway!! Now, I wouldn't normally should form the rooftops about a giveaway because it decreases my chances, but then again, I don't get as many chances as I would if I blog about it, so here we are!

Tracy has whipped up some of her favorite things as prizes for her giveaway. Sadly, none of which is an In-N-Out gift card, but ALL of which is awesome in its own right.

1. An adorable mini-vase. (Perfect in time for Valentine's Day)
2. SATC Season 5 on DVD (Hello weekend marathon!)
3. Trader Joe's Reduced Guilt Brownie Mix (I can't eat it, but I can make it for my friends and convert them to realizing that we need a Trader Joe's in Denver.)
4. Foot Petals (Amazing heel inserts to make sure that you strut, not stumble.)
5. Mason jar full of PB M&Ms. (Mason jar. Filled. PB M&Ms.)
6. Adorable stationery

All are amazing and all would be amazing to win!! Good luck! (But not that much as I would love to win this amazeballs giveaway. hee hee)

You're going to have to visit Mizz Tracy's blog here to find out the entry details.

So What Wednesday

So WHAT if...

• I contemplated writing this yesterday, but ended up not doing so because I realized that I would still have to link up to Shannon at Life After I 'Dew'. You should, too.
• I have managed to plan everything for the week into one day. I don't know why or how it happened, but here I sit with nothing else the rest of the week, but everything today.
• I hit snooze. A lot. I needed some extra zzz's this morning and really, how can you not want to cuddle with this longer?

Too. Freaking. Presh.

• I get giggle fits when I have to put Harry in the Cone of Shame. He's blissfully unaware of his surroundings and the enormity of the cone in relation to everything around him.

I try not to giggle, but I can't help it.

• I have Friday off and could not be more excited for the forecast high of 58 degrees!! That'll be warm enough to hose down my mag chloride/dirt coated car just for another coating to be applied by snow predicted for Monday.
• I cannot believe it's only Wednesday. It's not like this week has been rough at work, but really more like the passage of time has slowed to a crawl. Which, really, should be great, but why can't time slow down during the fun parts, not the mundane?
• I throw in another Dumb & Dumber reference and say that I can't remember a time since that movie came out that when anyone asks what the Soup du Jour is or Soup of the Day, I (or any/everyone else with me) will say, "Mmmm. That sounds good, I'll have some of that," before the choices are given.

Realization of Epic Devastation

Let's rewind about 19 years, shall we?

If you don't want to do the math, that's 1992. That was the year that me and my fellow Troop 1812 Brownies crossed the bridge to the green of being a Girl Scout.

(It's a picture of a picture, forgive me.) I'm second from the left, not looking.

Every year, we would kick some major butt selling those little boxes of baked gold: Girl Scout Cookies.

Over the years, my tastes have matured and I could eat a box of Samoas in one sitting. Or Tagalongs. Or Thin Mints. Or Trefoils. Or Lemon Creme Chalets. OK, so really, my tastes haven't matured, I just realized that I don't have the metabolism that allows for 20 cookies in 20 minutes. I digress.

Here's where I have a realization of EPIC devastation. Those little bitches don't make gluten-free cookies. Great. Now, I have to exit my grocery store in shame as I duck from those little cookie peddlers. I am normally of the "I'll buy a box from any Girl Scout because I remember being a cookie pusher" and totally tell them my Troop number. (Troop 1812 for lliiiiiiifffffeeeee) I would get the weird, stranger-danger look in response as they took my money and handed be a box of what equivocally is crack.

So, this year, to keep temptation of a gluten-induced full body swelling and ache, I'll have to dodge the girls and find another way to donate to the Girl Scout values. Hey, I did my time as a Brownie, Girl Scout and counselor at a summer camp, so my Girl Scout karma is still on the good side.

What's your absolute favorite Girl Scout cookie? Need to know when they're coming to your area? Click here for the varieties and sale information. Oh, and what's with other cookies trying to taint the classic mix? Thank-A-Lots? Doesn't sound as delicious as a Samoa.

Although, now that I think of it, why is a cookie named after an island in Micronesia? Weird.

Weekend Recap

My life is so not of anything thing to write about, but I guess that I can summarize my weekend: naps.

Oh, and football. I'm glad that the Steelers won! But a little bummed that Da Bears sucked it up big time. I am glad that Da Bears put in Caleb Hanie and they finally scored. Also giving props to my alma mater Colorado State for someone being able to score in a championship game since the first and second string quarterbacks couldn't connect.

On a related note, Cutler is a pansy and I'm glad we clipped him from the Broncos.

Watching football with my grandma is hysterical. She makes comments like, "Is that real?" (referring to a Steelers bushy beard) and "Oh, those tackles are so noisy." She gets the game and will watch it from time to time, but doesn't get too wrapped up in all the excitement. Which is good. My mother and I need a mediator in the playoffs. We are both avid Bronco fans, but once they're out, or allegiances vary greatly.

The only other news to report is that I did my taxes last week and I'm getting a nice (read: vacation) refund. Oh, and I have an eye appointment this week to update the prescription in my work glasses. Thrilling I tell ya. I need my own reality TV show.