Nothing exciting on the workout front except that I sat on my trainer this AM, watched reruns of Grey's Anatomy episodes from back in the day when it was a decent show, and tried (mostly failed) at getting my HR into the appropriate zones. I've done alot of griping on the blog about the new HR zones in the past month, this crankiness has to go away at some point, right? When these zones give me a new PR, I will shut up.
So I'm going back to Burkina Faso for work again soon. This time around I'm trying to retool my wardrobe a bit (I know, I am going to one of the poorest countries in the world and all I can think about is my wardrobe, I get it that I am a spoiled, Western girl and you better believe I understand how lucky I am that, as a girl, this is my biggest worry. Women in most places have it much worse). So it's going to be hot there (mid-90s) and AC isn't exactly prevalent. Normally at home 90 degree weather isn't much of a problem; I have a whole summer wardrobe of tank tops, shorts, and skirts to help me through it. But I figured out first-hand on my last trip that women aren't really supposed to be showing off their legs in Burkina. So skirts are out. So are spaghetti-strap tank tops. And thus, 9/10s of my summer wardrobe is ineligible. I think what it will come down to is this: LOTS of dri-fit shirts from triathlons. And sports bras. Paired with linen pants. I can't take all the classiness. At least I finally have an excuse to wear my dri-fit race polo shirt from 70.3 Galway.