Hi friends 🙂
Spinning was great this morning. My new gym doesn’t offer the standard “spinning” class, but offers instead cycling….from what I understand, spinning is a set program to 7 songs (correct me if I’m wrong) and cycling can really be anything. Regardless, it was a great 45 minute class, full of jumps, climbs and sprints and the instructor played some great tunes. I’m going to try to hit up spinning classes at least twice a week now until my triathlon…and actually, there’s a class at the gym that focuses strictly on tri training, involving a 50 minute cycling class followed by a short run outside right after. I don’t know if I’m ready for that right now, but maybe in a few weeks! Sounds super intense, huh?!
When I got home from the gym I made a quick snack of a mug full of raw tabbouli to refuel—
This tabbouli is pretty much the perfect post-workout snack because it incorporates a killer combo of protein, carbs and fat. Quinoa, as I’m sure most of you know, is a complete protein and by sprouting it instead of cooking it, none of the healthy benefits were lost.
And then all afternoon was spent with my mom, checking out different appliance stores for the new oven. Unfortunately we haven’t found it yet but we are shopping around. Everything is just so expensive!! I did find a great deal, however, at Lowes and if Ryan doesn’t see anything tonight at the Sear’s Outlet, I’m going to go ahead and buy it tomorrow. There’s only so long you can go without an oven….geez! In the midst of everything, we stopped at Fresh Market to pick up a sandwich. I was starving and got the biggest, baddest sammie EVER:
This sandwich was seriously the size of my head and I devoured every last crumb. Four hours later now and I’m still stuffed to the gills but it was worth it. The sandwich was honey smoked turkey, lettuce, red onion, sprouts, muenster cheese, hot cherry peppers, tomato and honey mustard on wheatberry bread…and I got it grilled so it was melty and delicious.
It was seriously the largest sandwich ever. I was so full! To drink, I had my favorite flavor of Honest Tea: Peach Oolong.
I’m actually going to a 5:30 power yoga class this evening…..honestly, keeping active like this is what is holding me together right now. Because of my previous work schedule I could never make my favorite 5:30 class (Chay is my favorite yoga instructor EVER) and now I finally have the time. It feels so odd. My hamstrings are absolutely killing me and I neeeeeeed to do some deep, therapeutic stretching.
This morning I was unpacking a box of books, piecing through the layers and pages that have seen me through so many stages of my life. I dug deeper into the box and pulled out one of my favorites, Melody Beattie’s Journey to the Heart. I sat down and flipped through the pages, pausing to read yesterday’s message. I couldn’t even believe the words as I was reading them and feel very strongly the impulse to share them with you.
Say Good-Bye with an Open Heart
On our journey, we meet many souls with whom we interact, exchange energy, in a way that enhances our growth and theirs. We learn lessons together. We break bread. We share love. But there often comes a time to say good-bye.
A good-bye can come suddenly, unexpectedly, without much warning. Or a good-bye can be expected, planned on, and take a while to work out. The length of time doesn’t matter. What matters is how we handle our good-byes.
We can do it with our hearts open, saying thank you for all we’ve learned. Or we can close our hearts and bitterly say we’ve lost again. We can say good-bye with an attitude of trust, faith, and love, believing our hearts led us together, for the time we were close, to celebrate life and further our journeys. Or we can do it with harsh judgment, asking what’s wrong with us that our paths didn’t let us stay together. We can say good-bye with our hearts open, feeling our sadness, our longing, and our joy. Or we can say good-bye with emotions walled off, saying that’s just the way life is.
Sometimes, it’s hard to say good-bye. We can’t always choose timing, but we can choose the words of our heart. And sometimes it’s not good-bye. It’s till we meet again.