Monthly Archives: September 2012

A Little Something Called The Gym

Irresistable

Internet, I need ibuprofin.

I had my first Personal Training session yesterday with Kara at the New Braunfels club, and I realized very quickly that there’s exercise…and then there’s exercise.

Also was quite humbled by how out of shape I actually am, despite my many – and as it turns out USELESS– trips to our gym in Dallas. In one hour with dozens of short-lived but intense exercises, Kara has started me on my fitness journey to greatness.She has also rendered me an invalid. I think I slept almost 12 hours last night.

  …can someone help me off this chair?

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Swiss Family Gristmill

I’m a little behind in posting, but on Monday evening, Husband Dearest said – let’s go check out The Gristmill – I hear the sunset is amazing. 

Now, Internet, there is something you have to realize about me – I have been 80 years old my entire life. My first instinct on a Monday evening is to be at home.

Why? Duh – because it’s a school night. 

But then I realized something – I had no reason not to go

LIFE (The Next Chapter) has given me a gift of being in charge of my own schedule. So off we went. Gruene (“Green”) is such a fun, lovely place – the best of small town culture with historical route. This town very well could have had a “square”. People park – then people walk. Around town.

Or, like us, to The Gristmill.

Husband Dearest and I both had the Tomatillo Chicken, one of the healthier options. The meal was great, but the view and the people were what made this a place to come back to. One of the restaurant’s best assets is a lovely lady named Heather who went out of her way to know our names and make sure we had a great first Gristmill experience.

The view is phenomenal – you’re sitting in the trees, watching the water flow down below as the sun bleeds all the best colors into the sky. 

Well, sue me for waxing poetic.  Judge for yourself.

Sunset at The Gristmill is amazing.

Sunset at The Gristmill is amazing.

Thank you, Gristmill and thank you, Heather.

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Sweat is Fat, Crying

Ok, so my last post probably doesn’t make sense without some background. Like why we moved away from a house we own, successful jobs, wonderful friends and the Dallas life. As of September, Yours Truly, Husband Dearest and our partner Bri-Bri took ownership of a set of Anytime Fitness clubs along I-35.

We saw an amazing opportunity in these clubs and their people. The opportunity is both a smart business partnership with a successful franchise and a chance for all three of us to take the reigns of our futures and make fitness and health a part of our daily lives.Anytime Fitness Running Man Logo

Oh yeah, and did I mention the Anytime Fitness annual users conference in Chicago? Loved it. Learned a lot.

One week in and we are living on the Kool-Aid, Internet.

Husband Dearest and I met some great people – and saw a lot of them get tattooed with Running Man, Anytime’s corporate logo. While I didn’t stand in that line, per se, I did buy myself a nice, new, purple Anytime Fitness fleece – with thumb holes. These apparently have something to do with running while wearing the fleece…yeah.

Apparently, I need to learn more about fitness fashion. It’s not just spandex and sweat bands anymore. T-shirts, dry-fits, T-backs, fleeces, sweatshirts, long T’s, sparkly-Affliction-esque apparel and so, so much more. The Fitness Fashion world is my oyster.

Oh yeah, and can anyone tell me where I can get some supplements?

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Day…Er, Um…Something

So, about two weeks ago, I left my job in Dallas, TX to move to Austin/New Braunfels, TX to start out in a new business venture with my husband, who we can affectionately call Husband Dearest and our business partner, Bri-Bri the Smilin’ Guy.

With the best of intentions, I started out on this blog, Day Zero! Day One! …only to be slapped with the reality that we would not have Internet for the next two weeks and Husband Dearest would commandeer the laptop at the nearest sight of a wireless signal.

Internet, I write to you know from the comfort of my Chicago hotel room almost like a child with a flashlight under the covers – I know as soon as Husband Dearest sees me on here, he will have an undeniable urge to DO SOMETHING ON EXCEL, IMMEDIATELY!!

Husband Dearest: “No really, can I do something on that – really quick.”

Me: “What now??”

Husband Dearest: “Very, very important! Excel! A puppy will die for every second I don’t do this Very Important Thing!”

Me: “Ok, Ok! Puppies, you say? Here, here take it!”

…grabs laptop…click, click, type, type, type. Excel formula equals pi times the radius, speed of light, average summary….

Husband Dearest: “Yep. My team should totally win this week in Fantasy Football.”

Internet, not to worry. Cable and Internet coming soon. Sanity depends on it.