First, read this. Totally ripped the idea from there…
I see that Zliten is now up and swimming in the pool. It’s too cold for the roof to be retracted, but it’s still nice to see the sun shining and get in the perfectly heated water. I begrudgingly take a cold bath first for my legs, but then jump into the water and splash around with him for a while. I look longingly at the hot tub, but figure that wouldn’t be the greatest on my just ice-bathed legs, so tomorrow it is. On another day I’d make use of the diving board and be thankful for the life guard under our employ, but after a long run, I’m just happy to be in the water. Before we know it, the chef lets us know that lunch is ready.
We dry off and put on our super cushy robes and eat lunch outside. Today, mine is a gigantic turkey sandwich made on the same delicious homemade toast I had that morning, a salad, and some assorted veggies and pita slices with hummus. Zliten is munching on the same thing, but a kobe beef burger instead of turkey.
After lunch, since we have some free time, we walk down to the theatre and decide to take in a movie. The movie runs a little longer than we thought, so we have to call the car to have them pick us up and bring us a change of clothes and a snack (homemade protein bars and fruit) or we’d be late. It’s time for a yoga class and then after, an hour massage. It’s such a relaxing afternoon we both fall asleep during our sessions, and pretty much float back to the car.
On the way home, we decide that we want to hang out with our friends, and invite them over for dinner, after checking our schedules (easy workout tomorrow for Zliten, day off for me, check!). After having a delicious dinner of shrimp cocktail, light caesar salad, petite filet mignon, and assorted veggies, we decide that we must hit the town. The car takes us out to a new spot we’ve been wanting to try, and after we’ve had enough, it drops our friends off and takes us home. Almost instantly, we fall into bed after the eventful day and drift off to sleep.
Instead – it’s get up reluctantly after the alarm has been buzzing for about an hour (snooze, snooze, snooze). Squeeze in half of a workout. Get ready really, really quickly and grab a promax bar on the way out the door. Get to work just in time. Head home for lunch, cook up something easy, finish up the day, come home and finish up my workout, cook/eat dinner, and have about 2 hours to relax/knock off anything on the to-do list, and then it’s time to get ready for bed.
While I crave a little stress and excitement, I think I could surely live with that sort of lifestyle for at least a little while. How about you? Tell me about your wildest fitness fantasies?
Super awesome pretty pictures from wallpaperpimper.com.
Case in point, furries. This guy to the left is probably not a furry, but a little too close for comfort. No link, because I don’t want to be responsible for bringing down your Friday. If you don’t know what I’m talking about and you’re feeling particularly brave, set your google safe search filter off, and prepare the bleach for your eyes (and soul). Now, I’m sure there were furries before the internet, but they dressed up in the comfort of their own home, and had the good sense not to tell anyone about it. Maybe there were underground furry clubs or something where they could do their thing, but the rest of the world went on blissfully ignorant about it.
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I loved this post and wanted to share my own. I often dream about what I’d do if I won the lottery, but it’s fun to just confine it to things that would make me able to live a healthy lifestyle better (some of them are a stretch…but…). Let the opulence begin with a day in the life!
I wake up whenever my body tells me to – however, since I don’t have any worries or things to do to keep me up at night, I probably naturally arise around 9am. I reluctantly leave my bed, because it is made to the exact firmness for me (and Zliten’s side for Zliten) and feels pretty much like sleeping on a cloud. I plod into my perfectly clean bathroom that the maid just tidied up for me yesterday and get ready to start my day.
I head to the kitchen where a chef is waiting for me. He asks me what I want to eat for breakfast, and I jokingly say a waffle with ice cream, chocolate syrup, and some homefries. He says that he would oblige, but it’s not on the nutritionist’s list for me and it’s not a splurge day. Instead, he whips me up some delicious whole grain homemade toast and a fruit salad, as he knows I’ll be doing a long run that day and need something to fuel it.
I eat my breakfast while catching up on the internet/blogs/etc. After the food settles, I go into my workout clothes closet which are organized by temperature and sport, and select an outfit for 60-70 degrees, running. Since I have all the time in the world, I get my driver (please, if I ever get rich I will NEVER drive again) to Town Lake for a change of scenery, and run a nice, easy 10 mile jaunt – as I’m gearing up for a half marathon and that’s what my trainer has prescribed today. When not training for a race, I might have someone come in and teach a different class each week so I can try everything. After the car takes me home, I stretch out, and the chef has a smoothie waiting for me. At first I object because I’m feeling fine and not hungry, but after his insistence, I drink it and feel even better. He lets me know that lunch will be served in about an hour.