I’m still alive.
I know I’ve been very, very quiet lately. Life has thrown a lot of stuff at me. Mostly work stuff. But hey, that’s why it’s called work. Otherwise it would be called vacation. And no one would pay you to do it.
There was travel. Lots of travel.
There was a massive head cold. And a flight during the height of said head cold.
There were exploding sinuses and ear drums courtesy of said flight.
Which happened to be on my birthday.
Happy birthday to me.
This evening I head to Vancouver, for my last business trip before vacation. Nothing like cutting it close. Vancouver Sunday night through Thursday night. Off to vacation destination at 7:00 am Sunday morning.
If you can call Fat Camp v 2.0 a vacation, that is.
Yep, you read that right. I’ve held this secret about as long as I can.
After multiple false starts, including:
- Booked for the week of May 10th. >> Cancelled mid April due to my killer gallbladder.
- Rebooked for the week of Oct 11th. >> Realized that would mean being away for both Canadian Thanksgiving and my birthday. Cancelled early October.
- Rebooked for the week of Oct 18th. >> Russian Princess throws her back out and is advised no heavy exertion for 3 weeks. Cancelled mid October.
- Rebooked for the week of Nov 1st.
On Sunday November 1st, come hell or high water, we will arrive at Movara Fitness Resort. We are now in it for way too much money: cancelled flights, change fees, and an ever weakening Canadian dollar being used to pay for a US dollar adventure.
Ready or not, here we come.
But we’re so not ready.
Between her damaged disk and my stupid travel schedule and illness, we will be arriving at fitness camp more unfit than ever.
What better time to get a reboot.
Nope. It’ll be a reboot.