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Back on the Bike

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I left sunny Baltimore for this??

Although I miss my blog friends like crazy, it was nice to come home today–especially since I was home by 1pm. Usually when I go away for the weekend, I don’t come back until much later on Sunday so that I can maximize my time wherever I am. After being away for five days though, I was dying to get home.

It would have been really easy for me to blow off my workout when I got back, but there’s something about hanging out at a conference called Fitbloggin’ that inspires you to get your workout in when you get home, and so I went for a 12-mile bike ride.

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I rode up the Hudson River path for about 6 miles and then turned around. I’m trying to just enjoy biking without getting obsessed with my speed, so I rode sans Garmin.  

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I do <3 my bike.

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I also <3 sunshine. But you can’t win them all.

I went for my bike ride before unpacking, because I knew that once I got comfy, I wouldn’t want to get off my couch. It’s kind of like working out in the morning, I guess. Just work out before you can start making excuses.

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I rode down to Energy Kitchen and got a turkey burger, potatoes and broccoli

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Finally, I went back to my apartment and unpacked. Including all of this swag from Fitbloggin’. I’m most excited to try out the food scale.

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Look who’s back! Thank god. I missed this little face 😀 My mom brought him in this afternoon because she had some stuff she had to pick up in the city.

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With no food in the house, I also ordered dinner. Sushi and a veggie spring roll.

And now? It’s time to crash hard.

I think sushi is my ritual after I’ve come back from a weekend away. Do you have any food you always eat after you’ve been away?

Birds + Dogs

This morning when I woke up (before my alarm..AGAIN!), I was being stared down by 22 pounds lhasa apso and poodle.

Fierce.

I’ll show you, I told him, sleepily.

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So I dragged him out to the West Side Highway to do a little jogging.

I usually say I run (and get pissed if someone calls me a jogger), but today’s excursion was most definitely a jog. I ran for time, not distance, so I wouldn’t get frustrated with how slow we were going. Running with a little boy dog means stopping every few feet to pee on something. Him, not me. I would guess we ran about 2 miles though in half an hour (slower than my normal pace, for sure, but exercise all the same.)

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As I ran back east towards my apartment, there was a scary scene of birds swarming the corner. This picture doesn’t even show the half of it. Every 15 seconds or so, more birds would come, land, feast on something I couldn’t see, and then take off in all directions. I finally turned around and ran the hell out of there.

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I made some cookie dough oatmeal when I got home. It starts out relatively attractive, but gets ugly quickly. Like me after a few drinks.