Yesterday was a crazy day! I woke up and made my delicious bowl of oatmeal as usual (PB2 and blueberries this time). Then it was time to hit the gym. I was obsessed with my 1 month YMCA membership while I was away doing my family medicine rotation, but it was kind of nice to be back in my own gym in Indianapolis. I saw all the familiar faces and felt right at home.
I wasn’t feeling my own workout and so I opted for the Body Works strength training class. Usually I don’t love this class on Saturday’s because the girl who teaches it makes it so hard that you can’t complete the workout! I think a good class is just tough enough where you have to push yourself to complete it. You might feel like you’re going to die, but you can do it. This class is just another level of hard (think 100 triceps dips followed by 100 push-ups followed by 100 triceps dips and then 100 more push-ups) and so most people just end up stopping because they can’t continue on.
Have you ever been to a class that was too much? I love classes where its out of your comfort zone but you can still do it and feel good about yourself! Luckily, she held back a bit yesterday and I could complete the entire class. But I can feel the soreness today!
After the gym I came home to get some house stuff done- laundry, lunch, E! News, the usual…
Before I knew it, it was time to get ready for an event I had last night. I was asked by the IU School of Medicine Office of Giving to make a speech at the annual Board of Directors meeting and then attend the dinner afterward for all the donors. What an honor!
I got all dressed up (white coat required… I hate that thing and will never wear it when I’m a real doctor).
The meeting went really well. I made a 10 minute speech about my experience in medical school and then got to listen in on all the other great presentations. There were over 400 people invited to the dinner afterwards and I was so excited to mingle and meet people.
But, I had a huge favor I had to do for my dad. My cousin (whom I hadn’t seen since I was about 9 years old) was getting married in Indianapolis (so ironic since my dad is from Florida and this cousin is from Wisconsin). My dad was invited to the wedding but couldn’t attend and so he asked me to bring a gift to the reception on his behalf.
I figured I would just run in, drop off the present, give my cousin a hug, and leave to go back to the medical school dinner. I was wrong! As soon as I walked in to the wedding, my cousin the groom walked up to me (I did not recognize him at all!). He knew exactly who I was and sat me down at a table with my other 2 cousins and my aunt. I haven’t seen or spoken to this side of the family for over 10 years and while at first I thought it might be awkward and they wouldn’t want me there, it was just the opposite.
No white coat the rest of the night… Thank goodness!
I ended up staying until 9:30pm chatting away with my aunt and cousins. They were wonderful and I am so happy to have re-connected. We exchanged emails and facebooks to make sure we stay in touch.
I never made it back to the medical school dinner… but that’s okay. Family comes first and I am glad I got to see them last night.