First thing first: I. Am. Exhausted. I woke up yesterday at 4am (was that really yesterday?) and had D$ the most incredible boyfriend ever drive me to the airport. (Thank you D$, if you read my blog you would know that I am fully gracious of the fact that you drove me to the airport at 4:30 AM before you worked 10 hours as a highly paid UPS slave.)
After one flight to Atlanta, a three hour layover, a four hour flight to Phoenix, and getting fully acquainted with this book:
I finally landed here.
I had to fly in to Phoenix for some marketing training, and although it is incredibly beautiful (and definitely in its own right) it is HOT. Like.. seriously. “Dry heat” is a myth. A sick myth that says just because it is 105 degrees, the air is dry and it isn’t as hot. WRONG. I laid by the pool for all of 5 minutes yesterday..each time I jumped in I got out and was immediately dry. Plus my lips got chapped after 8 seconds of being outside. EW.
I tried to run at the gym last night but this time change is killing me. I managed only a 2 mile walk/run (it was HOT in there) and 20 mins on the elliptical at the pace of an 80 year old woman.
Luckily this room service salad saved the day: Raspberry Vinaigrette Dressing, you can make your way into VA now, thanks!
After forcing myself to stay up until it was 8pm Arizona time and 11pm on my internal clock, I passed out for 10 hours. Beauty. Training today was informational, and I felt pretty good about myself since I was placed into the advanced group after taking a test about the program. (Hey, I’ll take the ego boost!)
Until lunch time came around. I wish I snapped a photo, and more so I wish someone snapped a photo of my face when I saw the catered table. Upon first though I shouted to myself “YESSSSSS. BIG OL HOAGIES.” (Aka subs) BUT NO. What I thought was subs was a pile of baked potatoes the size of my face.
Baked potatoes. And a bar of toppings.
No protein.. I made an odd salad mix and had a potato bite before deciding that Arizona is all too weird for me. After lunch the jet lag hit and it all went down hill from there, as I facebook chatted with Danny and creepy men tried to get me to go out with them in Phoenix tonight. (Sure, I’m a little girl traveling here alone, let me just go out on the town with six large men.)
BASICALLY. I’m over it. I want my big comfy bed, a
bottle glass of pinot (grigio, that is), and my danster. I can’t even work out tonight because I am too damn tired. Annnnd I’m out. xo If I make it til 8pm it will be a miracle, somebody buy me dinner.