God, I love having a Monday off. I really am all about the four-day workweeks and three-day weekends. A much better balance, if anyone asked me. Anyway.
On Friday night, Tim and I did nothing except eat cheese, drink wine and start Breaking Bad. It was glorious. We are both really enjoying Breaking Bad, although some of the violence definitely has me cringing. I am way too squeamish, especially for someone who does love scary movies. Anyway, we finished the first season (seven episodes) this weekend. I feel so lazy typing that, but I was so invested in what was happening.
On Saturday, I got some miles in, which felt good. There were a ton of people out running, and that is always great motivation for me to pick up the pace. After that, I ran some errands, and then we headed over to Hershey to meet everyone for the tailgate.
The tailgate was SO much fun, and it was wonderful to see everyone. We went to the concert for a little, but I was so tired from running and drinking in the sun all day, we didn’t make it too long. I felt really bad leaving early, and actually cried on the way home because I was so upset but the next morning, I realized it didn’t even matter because we weren’t sitting all together, so no one really noticed we were gone. Also, I thought my mom would be upset because it was her birthday, but she wasn’t at all. I am so crazy sometimes (all the time).
On Sunday, the dew point was 72 when I woke up.
I was on the fence about going to the running club run, but I told myself to SUCK IT UP and go. I was so tempted to just bag it and go on an easy run, but I know its good for me try and make friends and stuff and maybe pick up the pace a little. I stepped outside and it was so swamp-like, the air was thick and it was just oppressive. I was dripping sweat after one mile. I still went to the run watch-less and finished the five-mile course in 37:58. It was about a minute slower than two weeks ago, but the weather was so awful this time, I didn’t even care. I also felt like I was running MUCH slower than that. I wasn’t even sure I’d break 40. I was kind of in no man’s land. There was a guy (the leader) about an eighth of a mile ahead of me after the first mile, and he kept increasing the distance, so I knew I probably wouldn’t catch him. There was a guy about a quarter mile behind me, so I was just kinda riding solo, which was fine. I am glad I went!
I finished my run (which required THREE outfits. I was so sweaty and disgusting. Everything was just soaked.) and Tim and I watched some more of Walter White’s adventures, ran some errands and then we went to Tim’s old house to hang out with everyone for the night. It was so fun to just sit around and talk and catch up and listen to old songs. We stayed there until about 11, when I started giving Tim the EYES because I am old and can not stay up late.
On Monday, I ran and died because the dew point was 72 again and it was like running in a tropical rain forest. I think it was worse than Sunday because my legs were more tired, and the sun was targeting me specifically like “HEYYY SUMMER AIN’T OVER YET.” I again required three outfits and then came home and was delirious and still down several pounds no matter how much water I drank. Ooops.
Tim made homemade tomato sauce and we had some spaghetti squash. The sauce was so good, I kept saying that after each bite. It took him all day to make, which meant our house was roughly 127 degrees, but it was delicious.
I like long weekends.