It's fartin' hot near the equator. I realize that 2/3 of the country is in a heat wave but at the waistband of our planet - it freakin' sizzles. I just returned from a little vacay on the west coast of Florida near Ft. Myers. I fit right in with my skin cancer as Mohs Surgery Centers are as common as Wawa or Texaco. Here's Jane and me after the first day of sun.
SPF 50. Really?Manny made me feel better everyday. I miss him. Manny is my poolside bartender who had Wednesdays off. I hate Wednesdays now. He's from Costa Rica and a father of 4 with a priceless piece of mountaintop property in his homeland. He's personable and hard-working and honest. Besides the delicious virgin daiquiri's made with fresh strawberries for my girls, he always made my pinot grigio a healthy pour. Love it. Even Jane said she missed Manny.
I did a back dive. In my mind (and only mine) I was an Olympian. Because I haven't done one in probably 20 years. I turned out about 30and my daughter said she was embarrassed because I was trying to show off. At almost 42, you're dang right. At first she was proud.
Goochland but not with Manny. Sniff.
My workout scheduled suffered a bit...
Yoga everyday outside my condo with the lizards and snapping turtles watching but only one decent run. It was a really, really good one. Made me remember I am a runner. On the beach, on the pavement, on trails. Always in my heart. Felt darn good. What happened? Maybe it was Manny. He made me remember the glass is always half full. Or more.
When was the last time you did a back dive?