It took all week for me to recover from my trip to the midwest, and of course, I had to work — it wasn’t easy getting back into the swing of things. So, when I got home Friday night (after an 8-mile bike ride and an hour of boxing), I wasn’t ashamed to tuck myself into bed early.
Per usual, I wasn’t thrilled to wake up early Saturday morning and get back to the gym, but that’s my story every Saturday, and I went, putting in two solid hours of sweat. The light at the end of the tunnel? A day at the pool with my friends.
After the gym and a protein shake, I packed my beach bag, and headed to the pool equipped with a book, my iPad, a magazine, sunscreen, and a cooler full of raw veggies and guacamole (Tone It Up, approved).
We spent the day in the sun, mostly in the pool, as the Baton Rouge temps were the hottest of the summer, so far. There was a fantastic briket on the smoker, and a pitcher of fresh lime and agave nectar margaritas in the fridge. It was a perfect Saturday.
When I left Indiana last weekend, I was really sad — as I usually am. I love seeing my friends, and my family, and I often miss Indiana. But this week has been a good reminder that what I’ve got here in Louisiana is nothing to snub.
Sometimes, I don’t love my job, but other than that, things are good. And in general, my life here is pretty easy. My work is rarely stressful, my friends are drama-free, and my apartment… well, I love it. And let’s face it, when you can show up at the gym and throw sledgehammers with the guys, that’s a good place to be.
I keep thinking that I’ve finally reached my quarter-life-crisis, and maybe I have. I’m not so certain what tomorrow brings, or what the next five years will look like — but I’m starting to realize that whatever happens, everything is gonna be alright.