Let The Shenanigans Commence. Again!

Once again, Black Dog Productions is making our annual jaunt to the scene of the crime…and our favorite place for Black Dog shenanigans.  Because that is what we do best.

HERE. WE COME.

HERE. WE COME.

Want to be a part of the shenanigan making?  Want to feel as though you’re RIGHT THERE WITH US?  Then come along for the virtual nuttiness tour via FaceBook, Twitter, or Instagram.  From the food, to the drinks, to the food, to the drinks, to the….well, you get the idea, you’ll feel as though you’re right in the middle of the insanity that is sure to amuse, bemuse, and – let me just throw it out there – very possibly shock you!  Because that is how we roll here at BDRD.

Hang on.

It’s gonna get a little crazy.

Life is short.

So make sure you…

Enjoy the ride.

Have you ever been to New Orleans?  Did you partake of shenanigans NOLA style?  Did they involve Hurricanes, horses, or perhaps an unfortunate incident with a horse wearing Mardi Gras beads?  Don’t ask, just go with it…..

Round Two

If you’ve been paying any attention to my little corner of the blogosphere for a while, then you remember how hesitant I was to go back to gym world (here).  Dealing with gym rats who have to scream while dropping their weights on the floor, kids who’d rather take up a bench while texting their buddies instead of actually oh, I don’t know, WORKING OUT, and my all time favorite, inconsiderate you-know-whats who’ve never wiped off a machine in their life, were just a few of the big reasons I wasn’t looking forward to handing over my hard-earned cash and having to deal with that crap.  Again.

Ew.

Ew.

Seeing as I really had no choice though, as I had put myself on a running hiatus in the vain hope of curing my ITBS-that-really-wasn’t-ITBS-after all, back to the gym I went.  And for the most part, I stuck with it.  That’s not to say there weren’t a few times the hubby and I walked in, put in a half hour of cardio, and walked right back out again.  If for no other reason then there were too many friggin’ annoying people in there. Yes, I AM that person.  SO CLEAN YOUR SWEAT OFF THE DAMN BIKE.

gym sweatPost-surgery took more out of me that I had realized, so getting back there – even to do some upper body work – took longer than I would have liked.  Turned out just humping around on crutches and then gimping around in something that might be mistaken for ‘N Sync’s Bye Bye Bye video, would have me making a beeline for my couch and super knee cooler machine at the end of the day.

nsynch

Turns out all I needed was an extra week to get my poop together and a slight change of scenery.  We recently found out our gym had opened up another club considerably closer to our humble abode.  Oh HAPPY DAY.  With barely contained excitement – all right, so maybe it was more like slightly wary trepidation – you know what we did?  (No, BEFORE we hit the celebratory margaritas.)  Off to the new workout digs we go.  And you know what?  It was pretty damn awesome.

shocked

GET. OUT.

It’s amazing what some space, big windows, and fewer members of the younger persuasion can do to one’s fragile workout psyche.  And being the investigator-type that he is, the hubs asked around about the yellinggymrat/benchwarmer/noncleaningsweatycreep population.  We were happy to find that so far – as it is a very new facility – the aforementioned jerks are few and far between.  And the best part?

Yeah buddy!

Yeah buddy!

Sadly, it’s probably going to be at least another month before I can even think about jumping on one of these bad boys.  Especially since there’s this little issue of me not being able to oh….BEND MY FREAKING KNEE. YET.  And as we all know, I am a study in patience.

Yup.

That’s me.

Mother of All Things Patience.

Not. Even. Close.

Not. Even. Close.

But I’m excited anyway.  I hit that treadmill with a vengeance.  Walked a whole mile.  Took me 23 minutes, but I WALKED A WHOLE DAMN MILE PEOPLE.  WITH A GIMPY LEG.  CAN I GET A WHOO HOO?

whoo hoo

Sure….(ahem)……WHOOOO HOOOOO!!!!!!

Stay tuned.  This is gonna get exciting.  Or not.  Probably not.  I like to keep you guessing.

Enjoy the ride.

Has a change of scenery ever improved your workout attitude?  Ever wish you could just drop a dumbbell on somebody’s foot?  Have you ever been THAT person who everyone wants to drop a dumbbell on your foot?  Did it hurt?

Friday Funny

As we are in full summer swing down here in the tropics, I thought it only appropriate to post a Black Dog Public Service Announcement.  You’re welcome.

FF Summer bacon

 

Enjoy the ride.

Have you ever seen bacon on the beach?  Or perhaps, turned into one?  Do you consider bacon an essential food group?

And The Adventure Continues…

star wars

No, not that one.  THIS one….

aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh......

aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh……

When we last left each other’s company (here), I was waiting for the healing to begin so I could get back to the business of, oh, well, RUNNING.  After all, it’s kind of an integral part of my little literary corner here.  As we all know by now, patience is NOT one of my strong suits.  As is neither refraining from ice cream, well-made margaritas, or a nicely chilled glass of Paso Robles Cabernet.  (Yes, Colby, I’m lookin’ at YOU.)  I know it’s only been three weeks, but this tail is itching to get wagging again.  DAMMIT, THIS GIRL’S GOT PR’S TO SET.

castle

Just…yeah…um…crap.

Soooooooo, since these little 15 minute strolls with the hubs and Wonder Mutt just aren’t quite cutting it as far as a training plan goes, girlfriend is taking her tail off to physical therapy.  At least if I’m going to break something to make it work, I’ll know how to do it correctly.  After all, I am pretty sick and tired of doing nothing more than staring at this crap all day long.

Pretty, isn't it?

Pretty, isn’t it?

On the upside, the hubs has been nothing short of amazing in his post-surgical nursing skills.  UH-MAZE-ING.  If they gave out Emmy’s for Amazing Husbands Who Take Care of Their Gimpy Wives, he would be like the Tom Hanks of the Gimpy Support World.  Minus the Walt Disney mustache.  And the hair.

I would've pasted hubby's face on here, but I'm too photoshop-challenged.  Work with me here.

I would’ve pasted hubby’s face on here, but I’m too photoshop-challenged. Work with me here.

So as we ride off into the sunset of the Black Dog Surgery/Recovery Shenanigans – at least until I get the other knee fixed – let us bid adieu to all things silly hats, cutie patootie anesthesia dudes, happy juice, and bruises.  From here on out, it’s all things onwards and upwards.  And if you hear inhumane screaming coming from a certain physical therapy office in south Florida, fear not.  For Mr. Hanks will have one of these ready for me when I gimp in the door.

LOVE. MY. MAN.

LOVE. MY. MAN.

Enjoy the ride.

Sooooo, were we highly entertained by the surgery/recovery shenanigans?  Or would you rather have had your eyeballs popped out with a spoon?  Did poking fun at your surgery make it easier to deal with it?  Did you have your own Tom Hanks dude at home, ready to make the pain go away with a Godiva chocolate martini?  Would you like to rent mine?  I charge a very reasonable fee.