I’m quite confident someone with more tech skills than I (yep that’s a shoutout to you Ryan!) could figure out how not to have ginormous photos & how to intersperse text between pics.
Alas I’ve not yet mastered the wordpress Android app. so it’s bigpicbigpic wordwordword.
You’ll have that.
I was MizFitUpAtCrack for the flight yesterday.
It was early even for me.
I was tired.
I was messy.
I was soon obsessed with purplizing the ends of my hair when I spied the photo (above) in my seatmate’s magazine.
(Any hair stylists out there? This is a bad idea, yes? I want. I want.)
Flying to NYC was uneventful.
The cab ride to the hotel was fraught with events.
Suffice it to say I had the pleasure of riding with a cabbie who was experiencing his very first day on the job.
The ride involved a little panic attack (his).
Pulling over, sitting and panicking (again him).
Examining of google maps (me).
Being wholly unable to read a map (him).
Phone calls (me and him. with him pressing his phone to my ear and asking me to speak to someone who did not speak English. Or Fitness).
Lots of reassuring (me to him).
Eventual tipping (again me to him though it should probably have been the other way around).
I finally made it to the Hilton (shoutout to the *hard* to locate Stone St. Doubletree!), unpacked my newly procured winter garb (photo above) and set out to find me some Kelly Olexa.
And the fitness center.
Not in that order and *not* to workout (as evidenced by the streetclothes photo above).
We headed out into the cold and forraged for food.
And then headed back indoors and forraged for Fitfluential people.
And then ate.
To be continued.
I promise it gets more exciting…