Oh my goodness, five-day weekends are truly incredible.
It’s been a while, huh? Let’s rewind. On Tuesday night, Tim and I went out in the pouring rain for beers to celebrate the official signing of our lease. Did I need to drink three large drinks? Hm. No.
Wednesday, I woke up and swam and then went to a really, really fun spinning class. I can’t go normally because it begins at 7 a.m., but the instructor played all “indie” music and it was a great workout. I wish I could go every week, I really liked him. Anyway, Tim and I took care of some errands and left around 10. Fortunately, we hit no traffic, and arrived at my parents’ before noon. We laid around, then I ran over to my mom’s store to visit her. I ended with about 8 super awesome miles. I didn’t mean to run that far, I just was enjoying myself so much, I kept going.
Tim and I met my dad for a late (4 p.m. I was ready to eat my arm) lunch before heading home to get ready for uncle’s party. My dad made us caramel apple martinis before we left. He was so excited making the first round, he accidentally threw the shaker across the kitchen.
As usual, my uncle’s party was a blast.
My family is so batty, but I am so grateful (usually!) for them. We stayed until about 11, then called it a night.
For the record, Uncle Pat is probably my favorite person on the planet.
I slept in until 9, which is ridiculously late for me. It was cold and windy out, but I had a pretty good run. I did stop after 11 miles and hang out in my house for a bit. I was just SO cold and having really bad stomach pains. But I went back out to finish.
I am always so grateful for the ability and opportunity to run. Tim somehow forgot his sneakers, so he was excused, I guess.
The rest of Thanksgiving was nice. We ate at my house, then went to Tim’s aunt’s house to see his family, and ended the night at my house.
And yes, I did get cranberry sauce all over my dress. I don’t even eat it. I don’t know what happened. I do recognize that we’re really fortunate to be able to easily celebrate with both families on the day though.
My grandma + her four sons
I think Tim and my dad were the last ones standing. I’m too old for it these days. I slept in again (the new bed in my old room is so comfortable!), and then went to the pool to give my legs a break. After a quick lunch of leftovers, Tim and I went to the cemetery. It’s eight years on Thursday that my roommate Bob died, so I thought I should stop by his grave. I hate the cemetery, but I felt like I needed to go. I miss him. I still remember exactly where the grave is from the funeral. Fuck, man.
Anyway, Tim’s dad is buried near by, so we stopped there as well. Then we went to meet my dad and brother at the country club for beers and appetizers. I like both of those things, so I was happy. Friday night was supposed to be the get-together with the gang, but plans fell through. Bill, Matt, Tim and I ended up going for drinks at Beer Boys and then dinner at the Anthracite then back to Beer Boys. Honestly, I laughed so hard throughout the night, my abs ached. I’m insanely grateful for my friendship with those two. They enjoy nostalgia just as much as I do.
From Katie’s wedding last August
On Saturday, I slept in again, then went out for a run that did not go as planned. It was pretty cold (in the teens) and I just could not get warm. My body hurt from being so cold and my legs felt so heavy, I could barely run. It was awful. I got really upset and called it quits much earlier than I had planned, and Tim and I got on the road. Once we got back, I ran some errands, tried to run again (fail), and then Tim came over for dinner and football. I think we’re both pretty worn out so a night on the couch with wine was perfect.
Sunday, I had another epic fail of a run. I was really upset and disappointed, but what can you do? I dried my tears and then put on my big-girl shorts and went to the Y to do the elliptical for a bit. For the 24903840th time, I don’t know what’s wrong. I don’t understand how sometimes I can run totally fine and other times its awful. I’m frustrated.
Anyway, Tim and I went out to start getting things we need for the house. It’s amazing how much stuff we need. The rest of Sunday I did work and had wanted to start packing but only got one box done. I’m overwhelmed, but trying not to be? Hard to believe that in two weeks, I’ll be waking up in a new place.