Flashback Weekend Confessions

You may have noticed not much running talk going on here. I have a confession to make, my right achillies has been giving me a difficult time since the 1/2. I was able to brick a mile on Saturday after spin class, but that was all running that was had by me since Cleveland. I got a neuromuscular therapy massage on my legs Tuesday, and it has seemed to help in addition to the anti inflammatory pills twice daily. As of now I am on the, P.O.M. "No plan, plan" so not stressing about it too much. I am feeling better and hope to set out for a tester 3 miles later today. I have a 5K on Saturday, and if I am not feeling it I will start my Cosmo's & Sex and The City girls night out at sunrise.

I had a weekend wrap up post lined up for Tuesday, but was waiting for my Mom to send me some pictures to post with it. Furniture stores keep extending their "Memorial Day Sales" so, here is an extended Memorial Day post.
This past weekend my Mom asked me to play racquetball with her. Cut to, me burning some calories chasing a blue ball on Saturday. We played pairs on Sunday with my sister and her boyfriend, and that was a blue ball fest. I think we all got nailed by the ball a few times, and it felt like a bee sting. By, Monday morning my right forearm was sorer than a 12 year old boy.

When we got in the car Saturday the easy listening station was playing, "Should've Known Better" by Richard Marx. Man, did it take me back. It is always amazing to me how one song can place me somewhere in my life... It was June 1987, I was 14 and we were moving from Miami to Houston since my Dad got a job transfer. My Dad and my sister were in one car leading while my Mom and me followed in her car. That car was so cool to me! It had a gazillion buttons, and to this day if a car has more knobs than a cockpit it is fancy to me. I bought a Richard Marx cassette at a vending machine at one of those stops along the Florida Turnpike. I was playing with the buttons on the radio and discovered a repeat button. I put on, "Should've Known Better" and after listening to it about 10 times I fell asleep. I awoke in Georgia somewhere with the same song playing. My Mom gave me this distraught look and said something like this, mind you it has been 20 years so it may not be verbatim but I remembered it like it was yesterday when I heard the song.

Mom: (in Spanish) Can you turn that song off! I have heard it at least 100 times!
Me: (smartass, in English) You could have turned off the radio.
Mom: (in Spanish) I don't know how to turn it off.
Me: (smartass, in English)You should have woke me up.
Mom: (in Spanish) I didn't want to wake you.

Snazzy shot of the family in Texas. It felt like a whole other country to me. If you have ever been in Miami you will get the whole other country feeling as well. I am on the left. I look tall it must be those groovy Jesus sandals I had on or the big hair.

How sweet! Back then I was like whatevas lady! I now look back at that moment, and think my Mom listened to a song 100 times just not to wake me from sleeping in the middle of the afternoon. I love you Mom for putting up with me all those torturous teenage years. I would not trade the close relationship we have now for anything in this world. We still can push each others buttons, but it is probably cause we are two of a kind.

Is there a song to this day that can take you back so vividly to a time in your life???

We had a wonderful weekend hanging at my parent's casa this weekend. My parents have pretty much created a backyard oasis that is meant for serious chillaxing, and great times with the familia. This past weekend fell nothing short of that!

There is still time to join the Independence Weight Loss Challenge. We have had some sponsors come through with some pretty great prizes.