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In Progress: Gettin’ My Floss On

Confession: I am a sporadic flosser.

I brush my teeth several times a day. I am fanatical about getting to my six-month dental appointments. I only chew sugarless gum.

But when it comes to flossing? It’s some sort of mental block that keeps me from making it a regular “thing”. I do it occasionally. Apparently, I floss enough that I don’t have gum disease and my dentist hasn’t yelled at me – but come on. How hard can it be to adopt it as part of my routine? Just as I now remember sunblock daily, I should remember to floss, right?

So, here I am.

I’ve remembered to floss the past ten days. Twenty-one more to go til I have this one crossed off my list (and hopefully somehow etched in my brain to make it HABIT).

Wish me luck.

(Also, Glide floss is the best. It doesn’t get stuck between your teeth and it’s a very nice mint flavor. You’re welcome).

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#38: Walk A Marathon

Many of you knew that I signed up for the Avon Two Day Walk for Breast Cancer.

This weekend was the big event. I arrived in Chicago at 5 p.m. on Friday – let me point out to those who are less in the know: That is a REALLY BAD TIME to arrive in Chicago. Ever. The last ten miles to my hotel took over an hour, during which time I got a bit of a light sunburn on my face and I stripped down a few layers because it was NOT that warm in Michigan when I left but it was definitely cami weather sitting in traffic in Chicago. (Also, thank goodness for camisoles).

I finally got off the highway only to realize that the Google Map was slightly wrong – that added a bit of extra time to my “driving around desperately seeking my hotel” time. I finally arrived at the hotel, parked my car and hauled my gear in, then took the elevator up to my room to find out that LOVELY, the front desk gave me keys to the wrong room. I called the desk, and within minutes a room service guy was at my door. Room service? I called Security! Turns out, Mister Room Service had a delivery from my walking partner (an awesome woman I met via Twitter who invited me to join their team) – she’d sent me up some water and an awesome plate of fruit. Room Service dude was also able to unlock the door and let me in (But seriously, did any of you know the Room service staff had keys? I never did, and now I’m slightly more bothered by the number of people in a hotel who can access your room at any time. Safety lock, check).

Saturday morning, I took the shuttle to Soldier Field, carb loaded some breakfast, met up with my team and we were soon off for our first day of walking, 26.2 miles. I won’t recap each mile, but it took us about 8.5 hours with lunch break, rest stops and having to navigate our way through the crowds. Also, intersections and miles 24 – 26.2 in the pouring rain. Crossing the finish line was awesome, and I was glad to hit the shuttle to go back to the hotel and take off my soggy socks and get some dry gear on.

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(Note: Soggy socks make for wicked blisters. Ouch)

Day two started with my feet feeling surprisingly okay despite the three huge blisters I had had the previous evening. I had had a good night of hockey and just relaxing so I felt ready to go. A mile or two into it, the rain started. And it kept going.

And going.

BLEH.

The second day was harder than I thought it would be, actually.

Crossing the finish line, knowing I’d walked nearly 40 miles? It was an amazing feeling. TRULY TRULY AMAZING.And I’m so proud of myself and of the team that I walked with.

Also? I’m dehydrated. I am very tired, my blisters are painful, and I am sure I haven’t replenished my water enough. I’m emotional and cranky and not so much a joy to be around at the moment. I have been kindly reminded to drink some more water. I’m hoping that helps!

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Three Birds In One Day

Or something like that.

Last year, my husband started a pretty cool tradition of treating me to a day at the spa at the end of his crazy busy season. He didn’t realize at the time he was starting a tradition, though – but the end result of me being so temporarily giddy, relaxed and laid back ball of mush kicked him into gear to repeat this year. AWESOME.

Yesterday was the day. I left the kiddos with him and ventured to the spa for my day of getting princessed. On my agenda? Facial, manicure, pedicure, hair and makeup. (Note: I hate massages so this agenda is perfect for me).

I started with the facial. It was amazing. Last year when I went, they shocked the hell out of me because they tell you to undress and get under this heavy warm blanket on a table and I was thinking, “WTF? I am going to HATE this!” because it was quite obvious from the necessary-nekkidness that there was a massage component to it. I was SO wrong. I loved it. You’ve got the handy-dandy heated blanket yanked up to your armpits and it’s not an overly massagey-massage. (Seriously, I know that makes no sense). Anyway – heaven for the face. Yesterday was no different except the facialist told me that I’m very dehydrated. Apparently, I don’t use enough moisturizer.

MOVING ON.

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Margarita pedicure (my spring pedicure towards #25 on my list) was awesome. I admit, I’m the anti-social chick sitting in the chair soaking and not talking to the person working their magic on my feet. Rude, right? They have this awesome margarita soak, and scrub which included salt and squeezing actual limes on my feet. My toes are now a very attractive Miami Beet. Love.

I got the same color on my fingers when I moved on to my manicure. Only problem? I took off my rings for the parrafin wax dip, and after all the massage and rubbing of my hands my fingers were too swollen to get my rings back on. Uh oh. I stuck them on my pinky and as I was walking to get my hairstyled by a bald guy wearing sequins, my rings went flying off my finger and under a seat in the waiting area. Then I smudged my effing thumb nail.

Off to get my hair blown out. First a shampoo and I thought he was going to squeeze my brains out. It was as though his hands were saying, “I may be wearing sequins, but I’m still a man.” Or… maybe he just really likes to squeeze the hell out of people’s noggins. I don’t know. Either way, dude worked some SERIOUS round brush magic making my hair all smooth and shiny. Love.

I wrapped up my day getting my make up done (including a reminder to USE MORE MOISTURIZER, because I’m, y’know, dehydrated).

Met my husband and went for dinner at the restaurant voted “Best Martinis” (#98 on my list). I ordered a mojito. I’m not one to be super picky, but a mojito isn’t really a martini. And you could put it in a martini glass, and it will be really quite lovely, but still? It’s not a martini.

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I’m not saying I didn’t drink it all. Because whatever you want to call it, it was still yummy.

A fabulous day – after dinner and a movie, I was so wiped out even though it wasn’t even 10 p.m. It’s hard work to relax like that. Work I would happily repeat more than once a year.

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Getting Things Done

You know, I’m sorta philosphically opposed to the phrase “Git R Done” – partly because I don’t know what it means and partly because well, it’s just not my thing (And philosophically opposed? What am I even saying – it’s not a philosophy so much as that I just really HATE IT). HOWEVER, nothing helps get things done more than going away for several days to a blogging conference several states away.

While I was at BlissDom, I:

20. Say Hi/Make Eye Contact with everyone for a day.
I’m not an unfriendly person, just a bit of an introvert at times. No, it’s not always easy for me to come out of my shell and be all “Heeeeey!” BUT, at BlissDom, it was pretty easy to do because everyone was so freakin’ nice. It was easy to sit down at a table full of people you don’t know, swap business cards and be chattering away within minutes. Were there any bad apples? Probably, but I didn’t meet ’em. I did this for more than a day. It was just too easy. I even ended up sitting with a woman in the hotel bar for awhile Saturday night (If you’re reading: HI! Hope you made it back to Boston smoothly!). It was definitely easier than I thought – and a reminder that maybe I should not be such a little hermit sometimes.

25. Pedi each season
No, I was not going with ugly toes. I had cute little open toed shoes to wear. Pedicure, check.

26. Yearly Girl’s Retreat
I think this may be it, because I’m definitely planning on going again next year.

56. Try a new cocktail
See that down there? That’s a Bliss-tini. No, I have no idea what the hell is in it but it tasted like KoolAid.

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While I totally intended to attempt to eat McDonalds on this trip, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it quite yet. HOWEVER, I did go inside McDonalds twice (this is a huge deal – the smell of their french fries makes me twitchy) and inside a Hardee’s once so my BFF could get a milkshake. By the way, in case you didn’t know – Hardee’s smells worse than McDonalds.

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#38: Walking A Marathon (Also Known As OMG, I’m On Crack)

I have done it. I have registered for the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. A marathon and a half. WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?

It’s funny, I mean, I have 1001 days to do all this stuff, and here I am signing up now to do this walk in June. I guess the plus side to that is that for the rest of my days beyond that, all the hard stuff is done – I can kick back reading my classics, drinking my mojitos (til I find that PERFECT recipe), getting bikini waxes and just being relieved that I’m done with the hardcore stuff.

When I was planning my list, someone on Twitter told me about this walk and even invited me to join her team (which is awesome because she doesn’t even know me – just knows that I am the QUEEN OF COOKIES). I’ve actually spent awhile debating internally whether or not I wanted to do this – not because the distance scared me, but because the fundraising aspect was a little scary.

But, it’s for a good cause and I’ve got some ideas for fundraising (all of them are legal in all fifty states, so don’t go getting too excited). Minutes after sending my very first plea for support, I got an email from Avon telling me someone had contributed towards my goal. And now I’m 3% towards achieving my goal. It seems a little less scary in bite size pieces.

I guess now it’s on me to get myself in shape so I don’t keel over and look like a wuss baby. Sure, I’m in shape, but the most I’ve ever walked in a day was 15 miles and though I’m in better physical shape now than I was then, I have to say, a marathon and a half over two days in Chicago in June? Some of you must think I’ve been sniffing glue.

And since you’re here reading about it anyway, why don’t you go click over to my page on Avon’s site and support me 😉

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