Goodbye July.

My legs feel like noodles today. I taught my first spin class in over a month this morning. I forgot how good that “cardio high” feels after a good, solid workout. Lately, I haven’t really had any motivation to do things I normally love to do. The month of July absolutely sucked giant Godzilla balls. I have always loved August and it has always been the month in my life when all kinds of great, positive events and things have happened to me. I’m looking forward to a fabulous second half of the year.

I missed all my spin students so much. They are a neat group and they were great this morning. Of my three classes, my Thursday morning class is the quietest while they pump their little legs furiously on the spin bikes. None of the screaming, grunting, hootin’ and hollerin’ I normally hear with my Saturday and Monday spin folks. About 20 minutes into class I was praying to Allah, God, Jesus, Buddha, anyone, to please not let me pass out. Ha! It was humid in the gym and it didn’t help that I haven’t even gone for walk, let alone a run, since I lost Nick.

I got an email from Jan from my Monday spin telling me that a bunch of the spin guys & gals are going to Wine Steals tonight. Oh, how I would love to join them! A glass of Three Thieves Pinot Grigio would be so very lovely. Aaaah, but alas, I have a date (or should I say showdown) with my mom tonight. Sigh. Our normal no-beef relationship has slowly unraveled since my aunt returned to Sydney a month ago. Long story and I am not looking forward to the “visit” with Mommy tonight.

I have so much to tell about our trip. It was fabulous. It was energy. It was fun. It was loud. It was romantic. It was historic. But, it was also a little sad. I’ll blog later, but my hope that M would call me and that I’d see her and my niece was not fulfilled. I tried not to let it creep too much into the front of my mind, but I found myself checking my cell phone for missed calls. None of them were from her area code. I shouldn’t have let it bother me so much, but I couldn't help it. Ah well.

I’ve got tons of pics and stories…Slimy wedding guest who made a pass at me…Rubbing golden brass goat balls…Heatstroke symptoms…Beer…Dancing…Deflowering the wedding cake…Baseball…History...Middies…Ghetto…Wine…the Simpsons…you name it, I’ve got a story!

This upcoming Tuesday it will be one month since my baby Nick left me. I’ve had a few good days in the past week when I haven’t cried and I’ve only thought about the happy, great times that we had with Nick. It’s getting better. This past Tuesday I finally willed myself to wash all of his sheets and blankies. They still carried my sweet boy’s scent.