I had a wonderful weekend! I went to the beach, got a pedicure, ate delicious food, and walked 5k!
Of course, I chose to walk 5k downtown on a busy Sunday evening, in a see-through white T-Shirt, in sticky, sweaty, humid weather. It was like waving a sign, “Come harass Theresa!” Lucky for me, I’m an asshole, and totally over my need to make men feel better about rejection. Sorry, I’m not sorry.
Since I’ve started exercising several times a week, my walking speed has increased by 33%! The better to out walk the creeps, I suppose. I’m hoping that by the time I’m done c25k, I’ll actually be running 5k in 30 minutes, instead of 3k. Now that I’m walking at 4mph, instead of 3, I think I have a shot at it, if I can drag my lazy ass to the gym in the morning.
I brought sneakers to work today so that I can walk home afterwards. I’m not going to walk 5k because it takes too long, and I’ve got hella work to do tonight for the business.
Last week, I got the sad (horrific, devastating, WORLD ENDING) news that there won’t be a May A-100 class. A-100 is also known as “orientation” or as I like to call it, “Diplomat School”. HR asked me to keep it under my hat for a few days, but it looks like the news is already out through other sources. Bertrand and I were hoping to be home as soon as July, possibly September, but with no May class, it’s looking less and less likely.
The good news is that now we’ve got plllleeeennntttyyyyyyy of time to wrap things up in Cotonou. In fact, we’re feeling so good about staying here that Bertrand just filed the papers to open a new business! Also, I am buying a food processor. If we’re going to be here for a while, I’ve got to find a vegetable chopping solution. Perhaps you think that the business and food processor are unrelated. In that case, my friend, you are very very wrong! I need to shave some serious time off of my food prep if we’re going to make this new venture successful.
I spent the week taking pictures of Cotonou, as I’ve been tasked with updating the embassy’s Bidder/ New Arrival information. It’s the excuse I needed to start carrying my camera around with me everywhere I go. Now that we may be leaving, I’m excited to take the photos I’ve been neglecting for the last several years.
Somehow I don’t think the pictures of green beer at Livingstones will make the cut. ;)
Dear work gym,
I love your treadmills (why would anyone call you a “dreadmill”? You’re wonderful!). I love your clean showers. I love your convenience. I love your DSTV subscription that allows me to watch MTV while I run … in BENIN! I love your comfortable mats for stretching.
I do not love the windows facing the compound entrance, so that everyone can see me jiggle and shake as I gasp for breath on my last run in c25k.