Sometimes you really just need to veg. For two straight weeks, 14 full days, I’ve been go-go-go. Work has been absolutely insane with the dramas leading up to the election; the pads of my fingers are practically raw from the amount I’ve been typing, and there has been NO paid downtime, which really I’m not so thrilled about. And when I’m not at work, I’m either blogging (although truthfully, I’ve somewhat fallen by the wayside on that one, sorry guys) or planning adventures for the future (more on that… in the future).
By yesterday afternoon, I was feeling like I’d been whipped by a ton of bricks. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I could barely keep my eyes open.
I napped from 2 p.m. to 5 p.m. and then dragged myself out of bed, down the stairs, and proceeded to plop myself onto the couch for another five hours (minus the 30 minutes it took to cook and eat my omelette).
I was quite happy to learn the Food Network is now in high definition, which means I’m now “allowed” to watch that channel, which I did for about an hour and a half. (Mario’s quite strict about HD and non-HD channels… we are NOT allowed to watch non-HD, although I do sneak in Friends and Sex and the City now and again :D) After the Food Network, I moved on to a 4-episode Modern Family marathon, and then onto a two-episode Bored to Death half marathon.
After Tiffany, with this self-imposed break from training, I thought for sure I’d have oodles of free time to catch up on my TV watching and socializing and reenergizing given that I wasn’t training every free moment. But it seems, for me at least, once I let one thing go, I add on 500 bijillion more things to make up for that ONE thing. Reasonable?
After a night of vegging, I was ready to experience the outside world again. So today, Mario and I sampled a bit of Paris, mixed with upscale Vancouver at Faubourg, a French patisserie in Kerrisdale.
Pain au chocolate et chocolat chaud est parfaite!
And because you can’t go to Paris (or at least Vancouver’s version of Paris) without wearing stylish shoes, I spent the afternoon walking around in heels, which is quite the feat (hahaha :D) given that I only wear heels when I don’t have to walk very far at all. I love heels, I love the look of heels, but I pretty much can’t walk in them.
But one of my running chicks has been encouraging me to break free of my flats and practice, practice, practice walking in heels. Soon, she says, I’ll be able to run in them. I’m dubious.
But hey, I never thought I could run either, so maybe she’s onto something 😉
Why can’t you watch “non-HD” shows? Does this mean I can’t listen to music on my cassette player anymore?
Oh Ed, you would not believe how badly I was chastised for staying strong to my love of VHS when Mario and I started dating. Not only had he moved on to DVD, he had moved on to Blu Ray. He’s worked very hard to convert me… but I will NEVER be converted to 3d 😀
I don’t know why, but the thought of you wearing heels just kills me 🙂
Maybe it’s the idea of a princess wobbling her way down the red carpet 🙂
Anyway, whoever took that picture of you (?) kicking up your heels on a fall day … I suspect it was Mario … it is a BEAUTIFUL thing to behold.
Ya oughta frame it!! 🙂
Yep it was Mario, but it was my idea to show just the heels… mind you it was his idea to do it on the street with the fall leaves and me kicking my heels back. He’s gots an eye for them things.