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Bikini Blues

September 10, 2015 by patty lauren 6 Comments

This week puts me at six weeks out from one of the biggest things I have ever set out to do. It may seem silly to some people, but I haven’t set such a lofty goal for myself since graduating college. If you see me staring off into space chances are I am not thinking about my love life, but I am thinking about prepping for my competition. Or, I am thinking about food. Working hard, keeping a strong mental game… it’s consumed my every day life. For now. It’s not permanent and I am very glad to start seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and to resume a more normal life, but for now this is the most important thing I have going on.

I have had to make time to rest, I have had to say no to going out and doing things, I have had to sacrifice a lot… No one has asked me to do this, but I have chosen to do it. I am learning big lessons in self discipline and self control and I don’t think I ever would have learned them if I had not decided to enter this competition.

After a restful holiday weekend and getting back on track with getting good amounts of sleep, I want to hit on a few aspects I’ve been thinking about the past couple of weeks but honestly have been too tired to write about.

 

Food – (duh, of course this is gonna be first):

Some days I feel like Veruca Salt… “Cream buns and doughnuts and fruitcake with no nuts
So good you could go nuts…” Forget the golden goose and all that – just gimme all the sweets. I find myself perusing the aisles of my local shopping haunts just to lust after the packaged goods. I find myself thinking about what everything tastes like and the texture and the smell. I guess I am learning to appreciate my senses, right? I also have found myself wanting to eat things I never have before or didn’t think I would like, etc. I suppose it’s the whole “you can’t have this” so you want it philosophy.

In ways, it has gotten easier. But, in other ways it is getting extremely difficult. I am so close, but I have  deprived myself so long of certain things that I spend a lot of time thinking about eating anything and everything I can’t eat. It’s not really a good place to be – that’s why prep is temporary.

I have a few things that I am planning on enjoying… Part of my traveling posse is coming up the evening before I leave for Memphis to go grocery shopping with me for a few goodies. Right now I know the three things that are on my list:

Reeses

Brownie Batter Oreos

Pizza (remember, I’m having it shipped from Giordanos in Chicago. Yes, I am crazy.)

Oh, and a VENTI Starbucks. Immediately after the show is over. Gimme dat Sbux!

One of my friends going is also making me some type of decadent Reeses brownies so there’s that. I know I’m probably going to have a real bad tummy ache, so I am going to genuinely just try to have a few bites of each thing and not go crazy. I’ve read too many stories about post show rebound and I’m not wanting to experience that in any way.

I have learned so much and know enough that I am cautious but not worried about my eating habits post-show. I’m looking forward to setting new goals in the gym and eating to fuel my body.

The Whys:

Someone said to me recently, “Why a bikini competition? Do you really need to get in a bikini in front of a bunch of strangers to have them tell you you’re pretty? I can do that for you without you having to go to all that trouble.” WHUT. If anyone thinks I am doing this to be told I’m “pretty”, you really don’t know me and/or you really have no idea what a fitness competition entails.

First of all – I am a naturally very shy person. I’m an introvert (an INTJ for you Myers Briggs lovers) and it takes me awhile to come out of my shell with people. It takes a lot of time and me being comfortable. And, while I’m a lover of a good selfie and OOTD (outfit of the day) picture I don’t post a bunch of pictures of my body all over the internet, etc. That’s just not who I am. There’s nothing wrong with that, in my eyes, but I choose not to do that at this point.

This is not an ego stroke or a self esteem boost. I don’t know why anyone would put themselves through the literal hell, at times, of prep just to be told they’re pretty or they have a good body. Think about it. A normal competition prep is usually at least 12 weeks (I’ve been doing it longer), you are very restricted on food for the most part (carbs, anyone?), it’s expensive (suit, tan, shoes, jewelry, entry fees, membership fees, hotel, travel, gas, etc.), it’s isolating at times, you are in the gym at least 6 days a week and towards the end you are in there two or more times a day, and the hardest part… it’s a mental mind game. If you need to be told you’re pretty in a bikini, go throw one on and head down to your local bar. This is a fitness competition, not a who has the biggest … well, anyway.

I want to raise more awareness of what these competitions represent because I can understand what people think they are about… but it’s so much more than that. Even if I get up there and don’t place, I am getting up there to be judged on the work I have put in for hours. It’s a reflection of how strong I can be, how hard I have worked, how I have fallen down but gotten back up and tried again. I was very hurt when someone close to me told me they didn’t support me and believed what I was doing was not “Godly.” The Bible tells us our body is a temple – the Bible tells us not to be gluttons – Daniel fasted and ate only certain foods to draw closer to God. The Bible warns us against being drunkards, giving away our bodies, and defiling them. The Bible is full of examples of how important our physical bodies are to Christ. I have chosen to better my body that God gave me… it’s healthy, I have the ability to change it and to watch what I put inside of it – and far beyond the physical changes I have seen I have had so many more emotional and life changes because of this journey (more on that in another section).

This prep has taken everything out of me, twisted it around, put it back together, and is still hard every single day. I have learned so much about myself – I feel like I could do anything. I know I can do anything I set my mind to. I have seen too many good things and really had to learn to trust God so much in these past few weeks that I can’t imagine it not being a spiritual journey as well as a physical one.

I never set out on my fitness path to do a bikini competition. That was never a thought – I didn’t even know what they were! I set out to be a better me, to get my body fit and in shape, and to change my life. The competition was a by-product of that and gave me a huge goal to set for myself in so many areas. Once the competition is over, I will continue to set new goals and train. This is just a slice of the pie. PIE! Food… see, it always happens.

The Negatives:

It’s really been interesting that the amount of negative things have almost completely gone away from outside sources. I think people who doubted my intentions or doubted I would follow through have since realized differently and they have either fallen by the wayside or they are supporting me 100%. I feel extremely fortunate to have the support system I do, but more on that later.

Obviously, negatives are I am tired and hungry. I hit a wall about a week ago with my sleep and was told by a few key people in my life right now that I had to sleep or I was going to do myself more harm than good. So, getting my sleep has been top priority for me behind training and hitting my macro goals.

Washing dishes?! Yes, this is stupid but for real… I can only wash so many more Tupperware containers. I don’t have a dishwasher and my manicures are suffering.

Going to the gym more than once a day. I think it’ll be fine to go more than once every now and then, maybe, but once prep is over… once a day will be juuuuuuuust fine.

I know by following IIFYM I can really eat “anything” as long as it fits in my macro count, but I have gotten to the place where I’ve really tried to cut out the treats and just save my “fun” macros for peanut butter or a Lenny and Larry’s cookie or something like that. I’m apprehensive of fitting too many donuts or Starbucks in at this point. That works for some people, but for this being my first show and for having some of the binge eating episodes I have had, I just want to really try and keep things locked down until the end.

That being said – it’s been very difficult to go to fun social events or go out of town and watch other people eat cupcakes or ice cream or snack all day and have to constantly refrain or say no. It’s wearing on me. But, the end is near…

The Positives:

I saved this for last because it’s my favorite. No one can tell me God has not has His hand completely in my life the past several months. From the emotional and mental changes to the physical… I know I wouldn’t have been able to come this far without relying on my God.

One of the goals my therapist set for me this summer was to get out and meet more people and try to make more friends. This isn’t something I’ve really elaborated on, but I feel like this just shows how things can work together. I’ve always been someone who waited until someone wanted to be friends with me first. I’ve never sought out relationships of any kind. Of course I could get down into the whys of this but that’s not something I’m touching on today. The point is since that conversation with her I have made more new friendships or really started to get to know people I didn’t know that well before. I have had more support from people that I never would have thought would have supported me or even knew who I was than I could ever have imagined.

I get daily text messages of encouragement from so many people or I will see someone out in town and they will say just the smallest bit of encouragement to me… they have no idea how I cling to these jewels right now. Those things get me through. They give me strength. That’s why I am such a proponent now of telling people things when you want to – don’t think “Oh, they’ve heard that. Oh, someone else is telling them that.” NO. Tell them. Encourage them. You have no idea if your words are the very ones that gets someone to make a better decision, or to turn away from something harmful, or just get them through another day.  

People will come up to my and ask me about what I’ve been doing, ask me questions about the competition. It’s become easier for me to start to come out of that shell I had around myself and engage with those around me. Partly because I feel completely comfortable with myself now but also because I realize that not everyone is out to get me or sabotage me and friendships and learning and growing through other people is a really wonderful, God given thing.

There are a couple of women in my life I have met recently that have become rocks in this journey and I know we will continue to develop friendships after October, but their advice and walking along beside me is sometimes the only thing that gets me through a day.

I have met so many awesome people and learned from them… They inspire me. The people I have met in the fitness industry and those who are heavily into this lifestyle are some of the nicest, most genuine, and kind people I have ever met in my life. I would have thought the opposite before I got into all of this, but I have found no jealousy, no competitive comments, no judgments… only lifting up, encouragement, help, advice, and complete acceptance.

People who were my friends but have since disappeared out of my life or laughed off my goals or admitted they feel I am competition to them… those are sad moments for me, but I realize those chapters are over. Some I have had to close myself and it’s not something the old Patty Lauren would have done. It would have killed me to shut doors completely, but I can do it now because I am strong and I am learning a little bit more what is and isn’t beneficial to my future.

People who I didn’t think would support me or maybe I have had bumpy moments with have stepped up, told me how proud they are of me, been incredibly supportive, genuinely interesting in what is going on… It just goes to show you really cannot judge how someone is going to react. Sometimes the very people we think will abandon us are the ones who give us those pep talks and bits of encouragement that we need.

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Entering the home stretch… hard days are every day as I face temptations and challenges and try to keep focused, but no matter what… everything I have gained outweighs every sacrifice. Caitlin, my trainer, always tell me: “Finish strong!!” She’s full of good quotes but that is one of my favorites and one I have to keep reminding myself of.

Regardless of what came before or of what has yet to come, what matters most is how you choose to respond to the challenge in front of you. Will you lie down or will you fight? The choice is yours. Choose to Finish Strong! -Dan Green

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The Sand Chronicles Part 5: He is Risen

April 18, 2015 by patty lauren 1 Comment

“Everything is going to be fine in the end.
If it’s not fine it’s not the end.”  Oscar Wilde

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4.0 Part 4.1

Sunday morning 5:15am came too soon. Saturday had been a magnificent day well spent and today would be our last at the beach. We got ready and headed down to the church that was hosting the sunrise service. Naturally, I wore some of my best heels for this special day. Some things will never change. Now, the plan was to take them off when we actually got the beach so I wasn’t going to actually try to wear them on the sand. That would just be silly.

It was. SO. COLD. But, the kind of cold that’s exhilarating. We found a place on the edge of the shore where we could see the sunrise behind the cross structure they had erected for the service. It was truly breathtaking. I will never forget it. How amazing we are free to sing on the beach about our Savior’s grace and love. We are free to worship and we take it for granted every day. We are indebted to those who have served and those that have given their lives for us to be allowed to have these spectacular moments of unabandoned worship.

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I think this is my favorite picture I took the whole weekend

 

The message really hit home, too. We are part of Jesus. We are part of the resurrection and we have responsibilities. We are supposed to be set apart and different. It was a good reminder to something we too often sweep under the rug. I was glad the pastor spoke on something so relevant on one of the most important days relating to our Christian faith.

Of course, I would have to have a mishap. The tide kept creeping closer and closer and I must have had to save my heels from near drowning at least 5 times. Don’t worry, babies… Momma’s got you.

After the service ended, E and I hung around to get some actual sunrise pictures together!

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Did I mention it was cold? Of course E was prepared with a blanket.

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a photographer’s dream lighting. TAKE ME BACK!!!

 

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We got back to the condo, packed everything up and headed out. We had planned beforehand to stop over in Savannah for a couple of hours. E has never been and was eager to see a little bit before we headed home.

We hit Forsyth Park and had brunch at The Sentient Bean  (highly recommend – they have a generous and delicious menu full of vegetarian friendly options that are aaaaamazing.)

We walked through the park and I had a little rendezvous with some spanish moss. One of my favorite things about the deep south is the spanish moss. The way the trees line the streets and the branches come over the road and create this dreamy, draping canopy is one of my favorite views. It’s romantic and so southern. While I don’t sit around thinking about wedding plans too often I do think spanish moss, cotton blossoms and peonies would be really dreamy for a bouquet.

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After brunch, we drove over to the River Street area. We got some ice cream and watched candy makers at River Street Sweets making pralines and taffy. We saw a cargo ship and waved to some people on the top of it that looked like ants. Our time was winding down and every moment stretched a little longer… It had been everything I had hoped.

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Trying honey at the Savannah Bee Co.

 

Of course… this is not the end of the story. We left Savannah and about an hour out of town E’s all-too-familiar nonchalant voice says:

“Oh gosh. Your bike.”

“What about my bike?” I shot up from my resting position and looked in my side mirror.

“It’s falling off the car.”

“What!” Sure enough, one side was about 5″ from the pavement. “Stop! Stop the car!”

“I’m trying!”

We skidded over the rumble strips but it seemed like the longest stop ever. “Stop the car, my bike is gonna fall off!”

“I’m trying!”

So, here we are… on the side of the freakin’ interstate trying to get my bike back up on the rack and secured.

“We need to get off the road. We’re going to get hit by a car.” I am literally about to pee my pants. All I can envision is a car coming over and killing us both.

We got the bike back on the rack and pulled off into a weigh station to re-bungee cord the bikes. I am now an expert at using bungee cords. Need something bungee corded? I’m your gal. Need something duct taped? I’m your gal. Bungee cord and duct tape together? You got it… I’m your gal. I know how to use ropes and use them well. Okay, that sounds like an advertisement for something else. Bottom line… I can work some stretchy cords and tape.

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The Bungee Master

About halfway through the trip, I took over piloting our speedy red Jetta. I did mention it was speedy, right? We’re cruising on, making good time to get the rental back, jamming out to some tunes (the radio needs more diversity. I swear if I hear ONE MORE song from 50 Shades of Grey, I am going to go postal), when E suddenly says:

“Patty, how fast are you going?” She is rubbernecking to look at the speedometer.

“Uh.”

I honestly didn’t know. Look, when you are used to driving a 17 year old tank that does not have a Start/Stop button and doesn’t beep at you when you don’t put your seatbelt on and actually has to have a KEY to open the door the chances are you are not going to realize you’re going 100MPH when it only seems like 75-80.

I also have a problem with speeding. I admit it. I like to drive fast. I like fast cars and I cannot lie. There, I said it. Sue me!

“You’re going 100 miles an hour! Patty! Oh my gosh. I knew I could see the 90 mark from over here but I couldn’t even see the red line!”

Nobody was injured. Live and let live.

We finally arrived back to Chattanooga with about 20 minutes to spare, enabling us to unload the car and bikes. It was at the point in time I was stung by an unknown flying inspect I can only assume was a bee or wasp since half of its booty was still stuck in my hand.

And, as always, E was prepared and removed the stringer with a pair of tweezers. Someone get this girl a job leading the Girl Scouts. Seriously.

This concludes our beach weekend… I have come back thankful, rested, rejuvenated, excited, hopeful, and peaceful. I am 1/3 of the way through 30 and it has been one crazy ride so far. Here’s to the next 3 months!

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until next time… xoxo, patty lauren

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The Sand Chronicles Part 4.1: Blood Moon Rising

April 16, 2015 by patty lauren Leave a Comment

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4.0

Let me preface this post to say I am right brained individual so while planning our last-night-at-the-beach pictures I didn’t bother to consider the sun was not going to be setting where it had been rising. Ahem. We got out to the beach and I was all, “Where is the sun?! Why is it over there?!” I could have spared you this detail to make myself look more intelligent or less ditzy, but where’s the fun in that? Keepin’ it real. I wish I could have snapped a picture of E’s face when those words came out of my mouth.

“WHAT? Patty, the sun is over there  – that’s where it’s staying.”

“Whaaaat!”

“The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. It can’t rise and set in the same place. I’m pretty sure I learned that when I was 10 years old.”

“I’m old, okay?! 10 years old was a long time ago!”

Apparently turning 30 means I get to blame my lapses in common sense on my age. Hurrah.

However, in this case I obviously am aware the sunrise and sunset are not going to be in the same place and I should have thought it out better, but again… right sided. So, we just had to settle for the ocean in the background without the sunrise (oh the struggle).

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This picture about sums up our friendship

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Erika really liked taking pictures of me being “candid” – nutty is more like it.

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After we finished our photography session (I am sure we entertained plenty of beach goers running back and forth to the tripod to make sure everything was still looking okay) E and I were walking back to the condo when she said:

“Man, I am really tempted to jump into the pool.”

Honestly, I don’t know what was said after this but all I know is at some point between walking back to our room and actually getting into the room I had agreed to cannon ball into the pool. In the dark. And, it wasn’t exactly warm.

We tried to get the camera to record a video but considering it was pitch black by the pool and I’m not a videographer, we decided it was probably best not to have evidence of what was about to occur. For the next 10 minutes, I jumped up and down and simulated some boxing moves (still waiting to actually get to punch the living daylights out of an inanimate object) while talking myself into jumping into the pool.

“I can do this! It’s not a 40 foot cliff dive. This is easy! I’m a grownup. I can do this! I’m ready! Yeah! I’m ready!”

Okay, sidebar: E and I went cliff diving 40-50 feet up in the air off some jagged rocks back when we were in college. It took about an hour for us to actually jump. Naturally, E was all, “If Patty does it, I’ll do it!” What am I, the barometer for stupid antics? People think if I do something then it’s okay and they can do it, too. This is either good or bad. I haven’t decided.

E is doubled over laughing at me and grabbing my hand because she wanted to make sure I didn’t “abandon” her. She thought I was going to let her jump alone. Psht. Please. I wouldn’t do that…

So then I told her she needed to count to 3.

“1…2…3…” nobody jumped. This was going to take all night.

Back to the hopping up and down. E is talking about the Blood Moon and what if we die. Dramatics. I feel sorry for the poor woman sitting by the pool probably trying to have a relaxing evening. I’m sure she thought we were skunk drunk but this just goes to show you there is no need for alcohol when you have two crazy people at the beach.

We counted to three one more time and took the plunge.

Little tidbit: If someone actually gets me to do something like this chances are I want to push it a little further. For example… my new excursions into hiking has turned into me wanting to “just find some spot in the woods off the road to camp.” I get a little crazy.

So, naturally… I suggested running into the ocean under the Blood Moon. Now it was my turn to try and convince her this was okay.

“But, there are sharks!”

“No there aren’t. Sharks aren’t around here!” (not entirely true but not entirely a lie)

“Yes there are! Did you see how close those dolphins were to the shore?”

“Nah. Sharks aren’t going to get us. Come on!”

“You can run into the ocean but I’m not getting eaten by a shark.”

We started half running/half walking down to the beach. E was being practical:

“We need a flashlight.”

“The moon is our flashlight!”

You can see who is the logical one and who is the loose cannon.

We got down to the beach and I ran in first. I’ll admit once my body was halfway in the water I thought “okay maybe this is dumb” because then my imagination starts thinking about a Great White Shark grabbing my leg and pulling me under for his Easter supper.

We survived.

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LOOK AT THAT MOON!

After traipsing back up the room we got ready for dinner and headed to The CharBar Co. for burgers. I got their most popular, The Champ, and some truffle fries. I thought it was awesome and would highly recommend going if you’re a gourmet burger fan.

It really was an adventurous day. We headed to bed late, full of new and fun memories and looking forward to an Easter sunrise service on the beach.

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Part 5 coming soon…

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The Sand Chronicles Part 4.0: aka THE BEST DAY EVER

April 16, 2015 by patty lauren 2 Comments

One of my favorite bands, Chicago, talks about “Saturday in the Park” and how they had waited for such a long time for Saturday in the park and how it was like the Fourth of July. Um, no. More like “Saturday at the Beach” – the park is great and all and I like swing sets, but the beach, man. I am officially ruined. I’m wasting precious brain space plotting my next excuse to go. I could live at the beach.

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ruined for life

Saturday was one of my favorite days ever. I honestly think if I got the opportunity to spend an actual whole vacation time at the beach instead of two days I might cry. I tend to get really excited about things – to the point where I get a headache I get myself so worked up. Part of me thinks this is good because it doesn’t take a whole lot to make me happy and the other part realizes most people don’t react this way to things so they just think I’m weird.

We woke up early Saturday and took our bikes down to the beach to ride while the sun rose. The waves gently rolled over each other and ebbed up to the shoreline before crashing back out. The sky was deep shades of orange and sheer colors of persimmon… we rode for a few miles and stopped out on a rocky landing to take some pictures and just watch the waves and dolphins.

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Is this real life?

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We picked some seashells and started on our way back to the resort.

This is where things get a little hairy. The bike ride to the end of the beach was not bad, but somehow the ride back felt like I was trying to cycle through peanut butter and tar. I swear it’s because wet sand got caked in my tires, but E kept saying I was just tired. Or, as I later found out through a postcard she sent to our coworker, she accused me of “wimping out.” Rude.

There was no wimpage – what there was someone who accepted they were not going to be able to ride through a bunch of muck and decided to walk their bike back down the beach because if they tried anymore they were going to have a complete, tear filled meltdown on the beach. And, I did not come to the beach to cry, dang it! So… call it what you will. I call it acceptance.

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E took this – She’s turning into a regular photographer!

I think I want to run on Beach Time on a permanent basis. After our sunrise ride, I took a little nap before getting ready for our adventurous day. We had seen a spot on our map called “The Chocolate Canopy” – sounds decadent, right? Well, it was. I picked up some gift goodies, but E let me try some of her salted caramel truffle. That was probably one of the best chocolates I’ve ever had in my life. The staff was really friendly – you can tell it’s a local favorite.

Another place we stopped was Signe’s Bakery, which is another local spot that’s popular. One of my favorite things about traveling is going to places locals frequent. You can eat at an Outback or go shopping at Target any day of the week, but I truly believe in trying to have an authentic experience in traveling and that means lots of local places and the more hole-in-the-wall, the better. I got some more gifts and picked myself up a slice of Cappuccino Chip pound cake.

We had agreed to head to the southern part of the island called Sea Pines. There was a stable, a lighthouse, shopping, restaurants, and bike trails. After picking up our goodies, we headed to the southern part of HH.

I’m going to go back on what I just said above about local places for just a moment. There are some things in life you cannot compromise on and mine is coffee. I needed to find a Starbucks. I enjoy trying other local coffee places, but when I am in need and not want I get what I know is going to get the job done. This was not a moment for exploration. E tried to convince me otherwise.

“I’m sure there are places in Sea Pines that have coffee.”

“I’m sure there are but I want Starbucks.”

-E reading the Sea Pines map- “There’s a general store.”

“No.”

“The Cinnamon Bear…”

“No. Starbucks.”

It was during this conversation I am trying to find this Starbucks my GPS tells me is near as fast as I can before she tries to convince me that the stables have coffee in a pot and that would be okay, too.

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found it!

To get into Sea Pines there is a $6 fee per car which is good for an all day pass. We got our pass and headed to the Harbour Town Lighthouse area. The are several cute shops and plenty of places to pick up local HH wear. I was a little disappointed with the lighthouse. I thought it was going to be a real lighthouse which just made E laugh at me and say, “You thought it was real? It’s a museum.”

-insert Grumpy Cat face here-

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the “lighthouse”

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We pulled off at Lawton Stables  to inquire about horse rides. I think I was whimpering things like, “Ponies! Let’s ride horses! Oh, I want to pet all of them!” I’ve had pony rides when I was little but I haven’t actually ridden a horse as an adult and certainly not on a trail or unfettered. That’s on my Summer Bucket List I’m working on. Unfortunately, horse riding was not in our cards this day because Lawton Stables requires reservations. The stables were eye popping and gorgeous though and I would love to go back sometime.

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We saw some birds (pelicans? gulls? I haven’t brushed up on my ornithology recently) – the view was very tranquil. The sky was a little overcast but it was still lovely. I was busy taking pictures of birds that could potentially poke my eyes out while E was being a creeper and taking delicate photographs of couples embracing each other on the pier. Where’s that bird to poke my eyes out? Joking. I’m joking. Maybe.

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This day we brought our bikes so we loaded up our purchases and headed out on the bike trails. This was my second favorite part of the day (first favorite coming later). The views on the island are gorgeous. While we weren’t on the beach I couldn’t get enough of the palm trees and beautiful landscapes and houses.

The houses on the island are very understated. Yes, they can be big but they’re not like the big houses I’m used to seeing. Most of the houses are muted tones – light browns, deep blues, charcoal grey and sage green. What brings them character and charm is the architecture… curved bay windows, big porches, winding staircases. Lights glowing from within that seem welcoming and safe. They were unassumingly gorgeous. I think my favorites were the cottage sized ones with these features. I can’t ever imagine having a large house… give me a little cozy space that is safe and I’ll be perfectly content. One thing a lot of the houses had that was pretty cool were these little pools. They weren’t full size or even lap sized pools – more like dipping pools. Again, unassuming and charming.

We stopped on one of the trails to take an, as my 90 year old grandmother likes to say, “ussie”. You don’t want to know how many attempts this took. I’ll just say between E and I we can do a lot with a bike seat, a cell phone, and a self timer.

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We stopped at the Baynard Ruins and walked around. It was strange thinking about what life would have been like when the plantation was in full swing. The site isn’t very big but it was interesting to read the signs and learn a little of the history.

We found an inlet spot to ride down to the beach. It was much easier to ride that afternoon and it was not because I wasn’t tired. It was the fact the sand wasn’t wet and soggy. Just sayin’.

“You do realize you’re going to have to ride back, right?” E said and laughed.

You’d think as sassy as she is she was a true Southerner.

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About this time I attempted to get pictures of us simultaneously riding our bikes, which proved to successful for the most part. My hat my have tried to fly away. WHAT IS IT WITH STUFF FLYING AWAY FROM ME AT THE BEACH?!

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We parked our bikes and walked up some rocks to stand and overlook the ocean. It was at this very moment, Flipper himself jumped up out of the water. I screamed and tried to grab my camera, E grabbed me and screamed… and he was gone. It was the coolest little moment. We had been seeing dolphins every morning at the resort, but nothing more than a fin. It was precious.

We got back on our bikes and rode more down the trails. E tried to climb some trees. I told her I would try if she found a good one despite the fact the last time I climbed a tree I got stuck up in it and had to be rescued.

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isn’t she the cutest?

We stopped for lunch near The Salty Dog Café and had the most amazing sweet potato fries ever and wrote postcards. Oh and saw some crazy old birds.

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It was about this time we decided to head back to the resort to change clothes and get some sunrise pictures before going to dinner. How that turned into Blood Moon hijinks I don’t know…

Part 4.1 coming soon…

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The Sand Chronicles Part 3: Sand, Sunburns & Cheese Balls

April 15, 2015 by patty lauren Leave a Comment

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After waking up to a breathtaking sunrise on the beach and doing a little writing, Friday afternoon was spent doing the epitome of relaxation on the beach – lying by the ocean. E and I headed down to the sand around 10am – sunblock? Check. Music? Check. Cute hat in tow? Check. We couldn’t have asked for more perfect weather. There was hardly any humidity, the breeze was blowing and the temperature was in the high 70s.

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I’ve spent 20 years wondering what this was going to be like and in one of those rare moments in life it’s actually equivalent or better than your imagination this afternoon was perfect.

I also discovered there is not a strong difference between knowing if the crying you hear in the distance is a baby or a seagull.

We laid around until about 2pm and decided to take a walk down the beach. I’m a big people watcher so it was fun to see families and little kids playing in the sand together, people with their dogs, older couples holding hands walking along the beach… it seemed everyone was in a good mood.

We collected some shells and headed back to the condo to clean up a little and head to the pool. This is where I made a fatal mistake… I thought, “Oh, it’s 3pm I don’t need to reapply my sunscreen.” If my I’m-so-burned-I’m-purple backside could go back and tell my I’m-not-nearly-tan-enough-to-skip-the-sunscreen backside something it would be to rethink this decision.

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The pool had a drink stand near it so I decided to treat myself after being so diligent with my detoxing. Nothing like a cherry adorned drink by the pool.

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Naps in the sun. Plenty of time to think. Be thankful. Still be in shock I was at the beach, even if it was for just a couple of days.

Once we peeled ourselves off (literally) the chairs and trudged back to the condo, we got ready to head out in search of dinner. I had gotten it in my head that I was going to eat oysters while we were here. As luck would have it, none of the restaurants we decided on had them!

However, we did enjoy dinner at The Porch – oysters weren’t on the menu so I settled on some blue crab dip and fried green tomatoes. Fried green tomatoes and I go waaay back and these suckers were not flying away from me this time.

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The food was absolutely amazing. E got fried mac and cheese balls (aka: heart attack in a hushpuppy) which were like little balls of love. And, cholesterol.

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We drove around and checked out some places we wanted to visit the next day. After catching the sunset at Shelter Cove, we walked around the harbor. The weather was a bit chilly but nothing a warm sweater can’t fix. The sun had gone down and the stars were out – we talked about seeing ourselves coming back one day with families. One day.

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Friday was truly a lazy day… lying out in the sun all day zapped our energy and I was about 3 sheets to the wind because of my sunburn, so we headed back to the condo for some R&R before Saturday.

Part 4 coming soon…

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