Back in the Saddle

With the Shamrock run being slightly over a week and a half away, the countdown to successfully crossing the finish line on my first 5k of the year is rapidly approaching. Tonight when I jumped on the treadmill after a couple of weeks hiatus, I felt like the girl who showed up to class where there was a pop quiz and I hadn't read the material. 

Taking two weeks off for things such as snow and injuries, etc., should be expected - I mean, sh*t happens, as we all know. But never again - it's just too hard to get back into the groove once it's lost. And let me tell you, my groove is not only lost, it has most definitely left the building, maybe even the country.  If it's gone somewhere warm with a swim-up bar I might actually try a little harder to find it - wherever it may have wandered off to.

The words "swim up bar" insinuate the two most frightening words of Summer: Bathing Suit. We might be easing our way into Spring, but in a few short months, it will officially be bathing suit weather. Stores are already putting them front and center as a constant reminder of what's coming down the pipeline. Not to mention, time flies when you're unprepared. And you can't really show up at a swim up bar without a bathing suit

(unless you're at one of those kind of resorts - the ones I won't be frequenting, no matter what -- or if you are fortunate enough to have a swim-up bar in your own backyard). These little tidbits of impending doom (or to avoid being confused with a scene out of Free Willy as I grab my drink and swim away) should be ample motivation, if nothing else, to stay on track, re-find my groove and embrace it, even when it's not always convenient to do so. Come to think of it, if I don't get back on track (and quickly -- I mean, where the heck did January and February go???), I might scare innocent by-standers while in a bathing suit, and heaven forbid I give up swim-up bars.  This is rapidly becoming a matter of public safety and needs immediate attention.

With this in mind, I'm going to go pin a bikini up on the wall here to remind me every single day that, inevitably, time will move forward (quickly at that) and before we know it - summer will be here. You guys will thank me later for it. Two months and counting.....and I will not be showing up in one of those bathing suits with the little skirts.