This morning as I was cleaning up the kitchen, I was making all kinds of go-getting resolutions in my head as I often do, such as, “Never again will you consume four slices of pizza in one sitting. Don’t be late for work. Keep the apartment neat at all times…” Then as I pulled the coffee filter out of our snazzy new coffee maker, I swiftly dumped a heaping mass of grinds right smack into the open dishwasher. 

File that under ‘things I don’t have time for.’

As it turns out, coffee grinds, once let loose, will both multiply and scatter to surfaces nowhere near the original vicinity of the scourge as you attempt to contain them.

Can such an incident mess with one’s resolutions? Yes it can. Did it cause me to eat four slices of pizza? It could have were it not 8:03 a.m. Instead, the incident rendered the apartment further away from ‘neat’ status and made me late for work.

In other news, Steve finished the DC triathlon this weekend, and there was no dying, nor were there injuries. Today he is sore, bur wholly un-traumatized and proud of himself, as he should be. I’m proud of him, too.

Go Steve! Woooooooo! Gimme an S! Gimme a T! etc., etc. Goooooooo Steve! 

I observed on Sunday that when you are cheering someone on during a race, they will notice if you scream their name, but yelling 'woo!' and clapping are pretty much lost in the din. I did it anyway.

And it’s possible that I’ve been bitten by the bug, because I kind of want to attempt a triathlon myself. Hold me, I’m frightened.

Now for a dose of wedding snapshot goodness (of my dad walking me up the aisle) while we await the professional shots from our photographer:

The first time Steve and I went swimming, we’d anticipated a restful night’s sleep on account of all that exercise. However, Steve spent the night feeling jittery and restless, while I found that consuming 967 pounds of taco meat combined with a metric ton of cheese at bedtime is surprisingly not conducive to a sound slumber.

Last night, Steve and I went swimming again, and all the old idiosyncrasies of swimming became fresh in my brain:

• Searing calf muscle cramps that prompt me to reach for bananas or any other high-potassium food I can find.

• The hair closest to my face gets bleached nearly white.

• The ever-present scent of chlorine, no matter how often or thoroughly one showers.

• Shoulders that grow broader than my hips, plus cut tricep muscles.

This time, we both slept so incredibly soundly that when I woke up this morning, I realized it was too late to make it to the gym, but that I had a few moments to snooze before I needed to get ready for work. It seemed like I only blinked my eyes and when I looked at the clock again, a whole half hour had gone by.

Only one week until my next dress fitting… which will then be only one month before we’re married. Exciting times.

This three-day weekend we just had was glorious. I stayed at work until 8 p.m. on Thursday night to tie up loose ends, and then I met Steve and some friends out for Mexican food.

Friday I went to our health club for a relaxing work out, then we drove up to Baltimore for a friend’s annual 4th of July BarBQ. I had been a little nervous, because last year other “friends” of ours brought Steve’s ex-girlfriend uninvited to this party, which was of course an unpleasant surprise. It still blows my mind that they did that, even simply from a courtesy to the host perspective. I mean, our feelings aside … hello, McFly. It’s called an invitation?? They later claimed the ex was invited, but the host had independently already confirmed that she was extremely irritated by the intrusion, and without the prompting of my indignity. But anyway. This year they left the baggage at home, and so a good time was had by all.

Saturday we went to the AT&T Classic golf tournament for the afternoon, followed by a local seafood shack for dinner. It was another great day spent with friends.

Sunday was the best day of all. Steve and I went out for a delicious brunch at Liberty Tavern, followed by Crate & Barrel to do some registry stuff.  After that, we went on a triathlon equipment procuring mission. Steve is going to compete in two upcoming triathlons, and we had to get him some swim shorts, goggles and a fancy new bike. I bought a pair of weight-lifting gloves for myself, since my hands are getting all calloused and rough on account of the beatings from hauling dumbbells around the gym floor, which sometimes makes me want to lift lighter weights because of the tenderness on my palms. So now I have no excuses. I used my gloves for the first time this morning, and they feel fabulous.

Anyway.

So yesterday, after going on our sporting equipment shopping spree, which I view as investment in our bodies and our health on account of its being cheaper to be healthy in the long run than falling ill and dealing with medical bills and prescriptions and all the overall suckitude and also an investment into just being happier since exercise improves mood while being sick makes one a hateful bastard plus getting to live longer while being in better shape … phew. Yes, so after the spree, we went swimming! And it was fun!

I was a competitive swimmer once upon a time, and so I was able to provide Steve with some tips. For someone who has never been a competitive swimmer and who has never even swam as a workout, Steve did amazingly in the pool. He has a nice stroke and great mechanics. We just need to be consistent with the workouts to prepare him for his races. Practice makes perfect and all that.

I’m looking forward to more and more swimming with him over the coming months. I think we’re going to have a great time. After we were done in the pool yesterday, Steve said, “I feel awesome.” I asked if he was being sarcastic and he said that it was a little bit of sarcasm mixed in with a heaping dose of truthfulness -- that he actually did feel awesome, albeit tired. I love that feeling.

Have you ever played that ‘dead arm’ game as a juvenile, wherein somebody punches the crap out of your bicep until your arm feels dead? I have that right now. I asked Steve to play this morning. And then I gave him an indian burn. And then we had a wet willy fight.

I kid.

I had an awesome workout this morning, and as a result, now I have dead arms. It’s actually a challenge to type this post right now. Which means it’s time to fuel up on caffeine, because I have no time to be impaired with the rate at which I need to crank out work today.

Happy hump day.

Mind out of the gutter.

Raining, cloudy and crummy outside. Forecast for tomorrow is for more nasty, rainy, chilly windy crap clouds garbage weather. The gym downstairs is entirely wrapped in plastic and reeking of paint. It's supposed to re-open tomorrow, but from the looks of it, that ain't happenin' for quite some time.

Need. Exercise. Please send gym equipment. Thanks.