It’s Monday. Maybe I should do some online shopping. And then submit complaints via phone.
Thank God I drank on Friday. Friday and booze has this kind of obvious correlation which makes me believe that life is perfect, constantly.
And when I look back at the summer night I spent in Zurich on Friday with my girlfriends, I can’t argue that.
Or how can you not let escape primal sounds from your lips when you drink some bitter cold booze, eat cheese, focaccia, fresh grilled prawns and all kinds of green leaves? And celebrating life when being surrounded by some of the best blondes on Earth?
Until you wake up on Monday morning. Ok, that’s totally over the top. Monday isn’t as bad at all I think, especially when paired with this song, plus linking up with Katies MIMM!
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Monday also means Conditioning and Gymnastics – which lately ended up in gross sweatangels after barbell efficiency WOD’s and a lot of running and Skills. It’s still summer here, after all. Glamorous Selfies after a Workout aren’t a thing, so you get the sweatmess that happened and that grossed me out myself.
I winked at the shower then ignored it, snapped twice and twirled and hung my butt on the bicycle to ride and jump into the pool. Epic decision. Minus the epic. It was clearly too hot to lay in the sun, despite that fact I did so for an hour. One day to go and fall is here.
Holding on to my very personal super favorite Summer Hit. Left like midnight thief. But I’d do it all over again.
I have a strong tendency to block out things on my mind which exhaust me. Or maybe my savvy side is just not as advanced as I think it is. Do not comment that. I suspect it’s strategy. Whatever, the point here is (I know you thought I didn’t have one, but oh yes, I do – it’s coming at you now) – I will be getting a room-mate. That’s right. She is a singer. I am an athlete and a writer. Usher in a new era.
So, I had to empty the cupboard/wardrobe in my third room, which released a familiar feeling of panic. I suspected I still have too many clothes despite the fact I got rid of a TON. I swear. AT LEAST a ton.
I had to squeeze all tank tops, maybe 1/8 of my shoes and all my workout gear into ONE closet. I am unbelievably if not magically amazed that it worked. Tap my shoulder Babes, I am a genius, clearly.
In honor of the occasion, I had to take a pic of my belly which didn’t look pregnant for about an hour that week. It’s incredibly amazing minus the amazing, how stupid my body reacts on all the current stress. As if I wanted to know how it is to be pregnant. Na, thanks.
I spot an ass too – go on barbell efficiency and gimme more squats and thrusters and squat cleans and other epic shit.
I had canned tuna and an egg and some leftover greens for dinner. My carb source were rice cakes. Grocery shopping is overrated. Said no one ever.
Ewww.
Are you ready for fall? Despite not being at the grocery store, I have the first Butternut Squash sitting in my pantry. Now if I just weren’t so lazy.
What did you have for dinner last night?
Do you own a lot of clothes? (Yes, you do. Yes, right??)
xxx
Luce
