08/24/2011 – 08/25/2011 Vacation…Evacuation Recap

Excuse any grammatical errors, I just didn't feel like rereading what I wrote.

Tuesday night my brother got to the beach house late really late.  He arrived around 2 AM, my dad, my brother-in law and me were waiting up for him fishing.  When he got there we spent some time with him, and didn’t go to be until 3 in the morning. 

The bedroom I had overlooked the beach and the pool, with a fantastic view of the sunrise.  It’s fantastic when you get a goods nights sleep, otherwise the light penetrating through the sliding glass door is more like an obnoxious rooster.  I’m the type of person who once, awake can’t get back to sleep.

Once I was awake I took Benny for a walk on the beach, I wasn’t able to get up early enough to follow through with my promise to walk Mirlo for the lady with Parkinsons.  Most of the day was spent just relaxing and recovering from a late night.  We went to the beach, then to the pool, then back to the beach, and just a good day of eating, drinking, swimming, and being together, a rare thing in my family.

In the early evening I went to the gym, which I had debated the entire day.  I think I put my gym clothes on at about 3:00 PM but didn’t actually go to the gym until 6:30 PM.  The Workout of the Day at Potomac Crossfit involved the bench press, and a short metcon involving push ups and box jumps.  It seemed like a good workout but I won’t ever know.

Half way through my bench pressing, someone who worked at the gym started talking about the mandatory evacuation of the Outer Banks…What the fuck (this was too severe a feeling to just abbreviate)? 

Pissed off I finished the following worksets:

• 5 reps @ 165 lbs
• 4 reps @ 175 lbs
• 3 reps @ 175 lbs
• 3 reps @ 175 lbs

After the benching I just grabbed my stuff to get back to the house to pack.  Once I got back and met up with my family, it was clear that leaving that night would be the answer.  Having been through a ten hour road trip to get here, another 10 hour trip home wasn’t what we wanted. 

Everyone except my brother left at 11:00 PM on Wednesday night, my brother couldn’t leave because he had just started his vacation that morning, and when he vacation…he vacations…let’s just say he would have gotten about as far as the first sand dune to see if Honda intended the CRV to be an all terrain vehicle. 

The drive back took 5.5 hours, about 20 minutes to my parent’s house; I started to have hallucinations, and had to have my mother drive the rest of the way home.

Thursday I didn’t wake up until noon, and spent the entire day lounging at my Sisters house watching TV.  What a fucking waste, the alternate plan to spend the rest of the weekend in Atlantic City was put the wayside because apparently the bitch Irene is going to touchdown there, and they are evacuating Friday morning.

I think I’m going to take the next three days off, and relax and get back at it next week.  My mind just needs a break, so I don’t implode.