Yeap, after a gloriously sunny warm weekend I developed more than just a slight tan. I woke up with the most horribly congested head ever known to mankind and while I would have loved being at home on the couch, I was instead at work, sniffling, coughing, getting cold chills and in general being patient zero.
Sick day attire if I was at home? My biggest jumper, my IPhone, a blanket and not much else but a whiny, disgruntled look on my face.
Nothing new really.
It’s officially the weekend.
I’m trying to get to sleep, and all I can think about is when I road tripped from LA to Vegas, back to LA and then to San Fran up the Pacific Coast Highway.
One of the very first photos I took was on the highway between LA and Vegas. We were following this cool metallic truck and for some reason, it’s one of my favourite photos of the entire trip, taken through the windscreen of a Ford something something.
Take me back so I can ride that highway one more time.
This is where I could insert a sappy “life” quote, but instead, I’m just going to make the rest of you suffer by mentioning the song “Life is a Highway”, which has been stuck in my head since I started looking at this photo.
I’m not entirely sure what flicks the switch from relatively healthy eating to the eating habits of a teenage boy going through puberty, but it happens every Friday at around 5pm. Surely enough post dinner time I have eaten something either deep fried, cream laiden, smothered in all types of cheese imaginable, a type of fatty meat and/or as many carbs as I can think of. Trust me come Friday evening, I have consumed either 1, or sometimes all of the above. Top it off with a healthy helping of Ben & Jerrys, Fro-Yo or if I’m feeling fancy a Messina creation and there’s my Friday, Saturday and Sunday night literally on a giant plate.
Coming from someone who is what you could say, somewhat lactose challenged, it does not make for a great couple of days.
Suffice to say, come Monday, I want to run a hundred miles, bench press a hundred kilos, attend a pump class and finish off with a Yoga routine. And so comes today’s outfit inspo, because nothing makes you want to sweat it out like some shiny new gym gear and Nike’s trademark quote.
Just Do it.
*Opens a pack of peanut butter Oreos*