Thank God It’s Friday!
Nothing too heavy today. I thought I’d just journal my day.
5:00 am - alarm – followed by 2 cycles of snooze (Bret hate’s that!)
5:35 am - Log onto Wowy.com (where were you?)
6:00 - 7:00 am - Taught Turbo Jam
7:00 – 7:15 am - A fellow fitness friend, Enrique Morlett, who I had not seen in months surprised me in the lobby of the club. He was in the OC for a meeting and thought he'd stop by to say hello. He’s a sweet guy and trying to break into the spanish speaking fitness videos. Why do people love to "surprise" ya when you're really don't feel like having a surpirse? Whatever. So, as usual post Turbo Jam, I look like someone dumped a bucket of water over my head, mascara running, clothes dripping. I kinda stink. But what I look and smell like is not my issue. Here’s my problem…as I stand there chatting, my body is quickly cooling down and so cold it hurts. My goose bumps feel like they’re ripping holes in my skin. I'm ABSOLUTELY FREEZING! I'm always cold. I detest being cold. It’s torturous. I have no idea how I was able to survive most of my life in Michigan. Now I'm convulsing from the post-workout chills and desperately wishing I was in a scalding hot shower. I can’t even focus on his words. I keep waiting for the briefest of pause so I can politely explain I have to get in a shower before I die of hypothermia. What was probably minutes, felt like hours. Still no break. All of the sudden (as if I had Terrets) I blurted out, “I HAVE TO GO. I HAVE TO GET WARM,” and I just started sprinting like a crazed lunatic for the heated seats (yum) of my car. (I digress).
7:45 am - Get kids up and ready for school
8:35 am – Bret and I drive the kids to school and we head to the office.
9:15 am - 1:30 Office – Meetings with Lana, Holly, Ellie, Bret. Tel conference, work on choreography for new PiYo videos…blah, blah, blah..
2:00 – 2:45 - Turbo Jam with Kindergartners at my daughters school. So much fun. They are sooooo cute. They say the funniest things and they are getting so good. I love them. Every one of them. When I grow up I’d love to be a teacher
3:30 – 4:30 – Hip Hop class for Cierra (totally funny!) Bret takes Brock to basketball practice about the same time.
4:30 pm Pick up our 7 year old cousin for a “play date” with Cierra (she’s soon to be 6). Bret picks up Brock from school.
7:30 pm – 9:00 pm – Rehearsal for 2 PiYo videos I film Sunday.
9:00 – 10:00 pm – Grocery shopping. Again freezing. Wondering if everyone else finds grocery stores unbearably cold.
10:00 – 10:30 pm – Coax Bret into helping me carry in the groceries if I put them away (Team work at it’s finest…plus now I can get warm).
10:30 – 11:15 pm – Chilled out with Bret on the couch.
11:15 – 1:00 am - Bret falls asleep on the couch. I try get caught up on e-mails and music editing for new videos. I wanted to go to be earlier, but “Show Time at the Apollo” was playing in the background and I just had to see won. I usually try to be in bed by 11:30, (up for my 6:00 am workout) but we installed a new sound system that plays the sound of ocean waves through the house at night while we sleep. It’s a beautiful thing. You fall instantly asleep and I plan to stay that way until noon on Saturday! Ahh... the weekend!
5:30 a.m. – Monica (Triplet Mom/Sergeant Monica/You Want More? Monica) calls my cell phone to see if I’m up for an early morning workout. With friends like these, who needs enemies. So much for sleeping in. We DID have a great workout together.