True L

Hotel room blackout shades. Particularly after two nights of sub-quality, sub-time sleep and a time change. Good afternoon Arizona, and goodnight!

My latest jam: pandora station from Wavin’ Flag. Do it, seriously.

And now my body says, “Remember when we used to stretch? Before and after running? Let’s try that again…”

Oh how I wish I had a photo post for you. I will attempt to describe this fabulousness in words, but only a picture could have done it justice. I am used to a diverse clientele at my gym: professionals, fellow law students, families, the elderly…we run the gamut in addition to the treadmill here at the YMCA. (Resist the urge to start singing, I beg you.)

But this morning reached a new level. I should mention that, as someone who works out in stretched and torn t-shirts from middle and high school, I have a great appreciation for the fashion show that is the gym. So when I walked into the gym at 9:00 a.m. this morning and saw a woman who looked like she had fallen out of the 80s, picking up a Liz Taylor wig on the way down, and landed squarely on the stationary bike, it made my day. This vision in black spandex, oversized but crisp teal shirt, and hair teased a full half foot in the air, juxtaposed against me, Sweaty McHomeless three bikes down, deserved some sort of props. And it wasn’t for a hard core workout. Not a drop of sweat broke through that Aqua Net hair.

You walk around town with lexis and westlaw case printouts peaking out of your purse.

So I didn’t make it to the end of Wills last night, but I made it to two glasses of wine, a beer, and a Phillies win anyway. Sometimes you have to cut your losses and have a drink. But it brings me right back here to you, “Section D. Contracts Relating to Wills.”

What I’m really thinking about, though? Do I want to run outside in beautiful weather, or do I want to run at the gym while watching the NCIS marathon? Hmmm…

I tried to be healthy and eat a hummus snack at 11:00, but for some reason the white chocolate brownie in my fridge was calling my name. And since I’m not normally a sweets person, I thought I should answer. Besides, I have the dual defense of a) it’s the weekend (ahem, almost) AND b) I’m running later today. Need fuel.