Insane in the Membrane

Speaking of wine and sanity, oh was no one talking about wine and sanity? Well you should because it is pretty much the only way you can keep your sanity when high stress and month after month of intensely busy work threatens to drive you insane. Crush (a.k.a. harvest time) has been one hell of an ass kicking this year.

Quick aside for those wondering what this time of year is like for our winery:  Our intake of grapes from around the state increased exponentially as did the haul from our own Estate Vineyards. The growth in distribution and tasting room sales as well as a couple exciting partnerships has pushed us into a new bracket of production and the winery is now jam packed with enormous 2000 gallon stainless steel tanks. As with every year, this hectic time of bringing in the harvest and crushing grapes, making wine and bottling in order to make room for the new stuff, is accompanied by huge festivals, private events, exciting opportunities and wine dinners not to mention all the events we host ourselves. It takes all four of us owners and a fabulous staff to accomplish all of it... and, of course, drinking mass amounts of wine is mandatory to keeping our sanity. Of course, as I keep mentioning "sanity", it begs the question 'has she lost hers?'

OK back to staying sane (see, I did it again). I am currently drinking a glass of our "1725 Estate Vineyard Riesling", it is crisp and dry and beautiful, just like the fall leaves clinging to the trees outside. There is a deep sigh of relief after our final huge event of the season fades into a memory and for a moment we feel the pressure is alleviated.

I sit, like a big blob on my sofa and sip my wine and contemplate adding running back into my life. During crush, it is easy to say I am too busy or too tired to run, but now that I have a little bit calmer schedule, the excuses don't fit. Kinda like my big butt in my jeans. I look out the window at the gorgeous fall colors and imagine myself running beneath them. I feel the cold wine in my hand and imagine that cold feeling turning my nose and cheeks pink as I run in the cool air. When I imagine myself running, it's kinda like Charlotte from 'Sex and The City', happy and smiling, filled with euphoria. Yet I know for a fact that when I waddle my now wide load down the road, it won't look anything like that. My face will have a grimace of pain and the pink in my cheeks will be from deep exhaustion. My spandex running tights will be stretched thin to accommodate my plump legs, a constant reminder with each step that I am definitely not the same size as when I wore them last. I sip my wine and wonder if my sports bras will even fit my current full figure. Maybe I should start with yoga instead of running I ponder. Yoga pants are comfy. You can do yoga at home. You can wear a fitted tank top without the need of a sports bra. Hey, I could take a Yoga and Wine Class!

Suddenly a violent thought occurs to me. You could do yoga right NOW! A cold sweat breaks out across my brow and top lip, possibly the most I've sweat in some time, my heart races.

shhhhhh....shhhhhh....hush. Take a calming sip of wine, breath deeply. No one is going to MAKE you do anything right now. In fact, for your mental health, just contemplating working out is a great exercise I quickly tell myself. We have to be gentle with ourselves, ease ourselves into this. Do I sound like Schmiegel from "Lord of The Rings"???

Clearly crush this year, in my now dismal age of 40, has pushed me over the edge. My sanity is being threatened. That calls for more wine STAT and putting off contemplating running for another day. Maybe I should put yoga pants on too. WAIT! If I sit cross legged on the sofa, in yoga pants, and drink wine, I'm pretty sure that counts as a "Yoga and Wine" class. Winning!!

-Cheers from the Vivác Winery Family!
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