I have to admit, I’m a little overwhelmed with the thought of recapping BLEND. I didn’t take all that many pictures, but I want to make sure I ‘do it right.’ After all, it has been, for the past two years, a truly incredible experience, and one which has helped to reaffirm why I blog and what blogging has given me.
I went back and forth about how to break it up and break it down–activities post? food post? “random photos I don’t know what else to do with” post?
In the end, what it all comes down to is this:
You’ll get to take a lot of stuff home with you—except for 6 oz. Chobani cartons, which you might have to watch being thrown into the trash can as a dramatic, slow motion ‘NOOOOOOO!’ scene runs through your mind—but all those protein powders and energy bars and coupons won’t mean nearly as much as the intangibles you’ll take away.
Soreness from two days of GPP (General Physical Preparedness) Fitness Boot Camps–followed by a long day’s journey
into night home–unlike any you have ever felt that will result in a Monday during which you not only hobble around like an 80-year-old saddle sore Hollywood Western cowboy, but also actually debate with yourself about whether getting up to use the restroom at work the next day is worth the potential pain of standing up and sitting back down.But with that soreness will come a change in perspective about how you should be approaching fitness in the first place:
“Exercise exists to serve you. Not the other way around.”
A feeling of community and sense of belonging that lets you know you you aren’t alone. Whether it is due to something as simple as finding people who understand why everything tastes better when it is eaten from a Mason jar…
…also feel the need to take 400 pictures of their food……and know that hummus bearing a happy monkey simply HAS to be bought.But who will also immediately open up about anything, and listen without judgement.
Even offering advice and awareness that you didn’t have before.
Why not embrace it?
So much laughter.
Or that you are the type of person who not only lacks any fashion sense, but also thinks wearing heels--for once–will be a fun idea, then consequently wakes up in the middle of the night with calf cramps so bad you think you may never walk again.
Gratitude that women like Lindsay, Janetha, and Katie not only blog, but had the idea to bring us all together in this way, and are willing to put so much of their energy and their lives into making the weekend what it is.
And that, my more-than-blends, is (just some of) what you get when you go to Blend.
Because even if you forget an extra suitcase, or refuse to pay to check a duffel, you’ll still be able to take away a whole lot of ‘swag’ that will never, ever fit in a bag.