That about sums up yesterday. It was a very, very long day. The last thing in the world I felt like doing was getting changed and being social. But I am glad I did. I had a nice time at happy hour and stayed til 7. My family is really annoying me and I don’t think I want to go home next weekend after all. I woke up and thought it was Sunday, which really makes no sense. I went to spinning class this morning because I want to kick off tomorrow with a run and it was a really hard class, but the guy played some country music in between Katy Perry and Sublime. It was strange. I’ve really got nothing, my brain is still fried from yesterday.
New Stitch Fix arrived last week! I have to admit, I was pretty disappointed in this box. I am hoping next month’s is better. I cut my head out of all of these pictures because it was late night and I looked pretty terrible. Also, Tim was being incredibly lazy with the photography, so there’s that. Whatever.
Dress - $58
This dress is so not me, but I liked it on. Or I thought I did. I put it on yesterday morning and thought it made me look very pregnant. But whatever. It’s paid for, and I am not trying to impress anyone at work, so I wore it anyway.
Sweater - $58
Jeans - $98
$98 for a pair of jeans. I am sorry, are there diamonds in the zipper? Way too expensive. I didn’t hate the sweater, but I don’t think it did anything for me.
Shirt - $38
I am surprised I even put this on, because I hated it when I pulled it out of the box. So not me at all. Plus, it was very, very baggy (as I am sure you can tell). Definite no. Also, I was pretending I was doing a senior picture, hence my weird pose.
I also was sent a $44 blue t shirt that I cannot find a photo of. It was pretty nice… but $44 for a t-shirt? Yeah. No.
Their system does work though, because I always feel like I should keep at least one thing, since I already paid $20 for the styling fee and that $20 can go towards the purchase of an item, but you don’t get it back if you don’t purchase anything. So, generally, at least something is half paid for already.
And plus, its fun. I like getting a box every month. I haven’t been to the mall in ages, and I really can’t buy all my clothes at Target.
I had a mostly-delightful, slightly-sluggish 11 miler by 7 a.m. It’s a good feeling, especially because my stomach actually behaved.
I wish this week could go a little faster.
Where do the weekends go? Seriously. UGH. Anyway, I had a pretty great one, just WHY GOD WHY IS IT OVER ALREADY?
On Friday, Tim and I stayed home and made sauce.
I feel like I was moderately helpful, until I became more interested with my rum and diet coke. As usual, the sauce was SO good. Holy cow, I don’t think I can ever go back to store-bought again. Just kidding, this was a ton of work. But delicious.
On Saturday, I had an absolutely delightful 18-miler in the rain. Except for the first four miles, in which I strangely felt like Gumby, as if I had no control over my legs and they were flopping all over the place. I don’t know how else to explain it. But I felt really, really good for most of the run, which makes me smile.
Then, Tim and I went to the grocery store, Target, the library, Costco and a few other places, so it was really an exhausting afternoon. Seanie arrived around 4:30, and we went to Shady’s to meet some people for a few drinks. We came home just in time for the Notre Dame game.
Liz, Sloane, Ryan and April also came over and we had chips and sausage (not together, unless you wanted), so I think everyone was content. I even stayed up until the third quarter, guys. I was pretty proud of myself.
On Sunday, I had a “meh” run. I felt way slower than Saturday, and it was hard not to compare. However, it got done and I am in one piece. I am so glad I don’t wear a watch. It’s so much better to run by feel. In my humble opinion. I think I would have been really upset with my splits on Sunday, but luckily, I HAD NO IDEA.
Anyway, after I cleaned myself up and drank a giant protein shake (I just throw a ton of fruit and spinach in there. It’s probably like 1,000 calories), and then we hit the road to go meet a baby in Philly.
I even feed him a bottle! We went to lunch and hung out for the afternoon. As cute as Ethan is, oh my god, this is even further proof I never want kids. I definitely could not deal with that every day. Good job, parents. I am honestly impressed with all of you. Kudos.
Anyway, around 4:30, I started giving Tim “THE EYES” because we had a two-hour ride ahead of us, and I had (and still have) no work done, so we left around 5. It was a nice day, just long, and oh god WHY CAN’T THE WEEKENDS BE LONGER.
I am so excited to see Third Eye Blind on Friday, even if I do have to turn 29 in the process.
Hi ho. Hi ho. FRIDAY.
I forgot to mention that when I arrived home on Thursday after work, there was a very large box on our porch, addressed to Tim. I immediately called him and asked “WHAT DID YOU ORDER NOW?” Turns out, nothing. It was all the stuff that survived his car crash. As he was unpacking it, pieces of glass and his car were being strewn across the kitchen.
Then, we ran three miles together. I like running with someone. I didn’t even fall.
Which lasted 12 hours, and I am still pretty beat up from my fall yesterday morning. It HURTS. As usual, I don’t even know how it happened. Per the norm, I left my house before dawn, but of course, I didn’t fall until the last half mile, when the sun was shining and people were milling about. I went down hard. I made a weird moaning/yelling noise, and then cried a little. I cleaned myself up as much as I could, and jogged home. As usual, Tim took care of me while I whimpered that him putting the Band-Aids on “really hurt.” At one point, he said “This is another reason we cannot have children because you are a child and I need to take care of you.”
This is accurate.
Tonight, I am “helping” make the world-famous tomato sauce, as Tim has once again invested in a large box of tomatoes (this time, ORGANIC!). I will most likely drink a bottle of wine and sit on the couch.
Tomorrow, I hope my body cooperates because I would like to run in the rain. Then, I have to take care of a thousand errands and clean the house because we are having a few friends over for the Notre Dame game. One of my college roommates, Sean, is coming and I am so excited to see him.
Hopefully, I will not over-celebrate, because on Sunday, I would like to run and then Tim and I are driving to Media to see his best friend, his wife and their new baby. If they let me hold the baby, I hope I do not drop him. That is all.
We are stopping at Stoudt’s on the way home. I just looked at the menu, and I have no idea what I can even eat there. Guess I will just order about four baked potatoes.
Unrelated, but here is a new picture of my family dog, Rudy. I miss him.
TGIF. Longest week ever…. until next week.
So, race pictures are up. I figured it has been a while since I’ve shared any of these, and also I like having them in one place in case I ever need them (because you know, you often need photos of yourself running) so……..
Obviously, these are all “borrowed,” as I would never pay what they charge for race photos. I do like the first one, but what would I do with a large photo of myself running? Hang it on the fridge?
So, that’s that. I am having an “ugh” week (as opposed to when I am not). And then this happened this morning.
Universe, are you trying to tell me something? I give up.
At least my shin doesn’t feel nearly as bad. +1
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For the record, this is why Liz is one of my favorite people.
My uncle is in town for a conference, so he took Tim and I to dinner last night. I tried to be healthy and order a salad and then I was violently ill. So that’s what i get for not ordering a grilled cheese. Then again, I wasn’t bloated this morning! HAHA, oh my stomach, you trickster.
I didn’t get home until 9, so I did not pass go or collect $200 or fold my laundry or do anything except take my pants off and crawl into bed.
I went for a run today and my shin randomly hurts so I am pretty sure I have a stress fracture or perhaps bonce cancer. I also developed a cold sore on the corner of my mouth and I am out of the $20 medication, so I’d say things are going real well around here.
First of all, have you ever seen a photo of me in which I looked happier than right here?
That is a genuine smile.
Anyway, guys (or the two of you that read this, whatever).
Wow. What a weekend.
The good? I SET A NEW HALF MARATHON PR.
I finished in 1:37.4, good enough for third place in my age group. Honestly, I just felt really solid the whole race. I somehow maintained a consistent 7:20ish-7:30ish pace and never really fell apart. Obviously, I had wanted to PR, but I truly didn’t believe I was quite there. But honestly, it was one of those races where the miles just ticked by. I never really felt tired until the last two miles when the sun came out and the heat really was starting to bother me. However, the weather was much milder compared to Saturday and last weekend, so I am very grateful for that. I am super happy to land a PR. My old one (1:40.08) was from 2011!
Mile 1- 7:25.28
Mile 2- 7:24.54
Mile 3- 7:22.98
Mile 4- 7:21.70
Mile 7- 7:23.18
Mile 8- 7:30.05
Mile 9- 7:7:32.17
Mile 10- 07:25.38
Mile 11- 7:28.77
Mile 13- 7:36.23
Last .1 - 7:01 pace
Also, Notre Dame destroyed Michigan, so my family was happy and Tim was happy, and I like watching a small amount of football. I was eating pizza at the time as well, so therefore I was happy. Plus, I was able to keep obnoxiously blasting their fight song.
Oh, a drunk driver totaled Tim’s parked car. At around 3 a.m. on Sunday morning, we heard a loud crash, so we went to look out the window. Oh wow, a presumably drunk driver hit some cars, that sucks. (The guy did a number on his car too, so he left it there and fled on foot.)
We went back to bed. Suddenly, Tim remembered he had parked his car across the street. “I am going to go get my glasses.”
"HOLY SHIT, THAT’S MY CAR."
Fortunately, Tim is a very calm person and was realistic in that there is nothing he can do. As opposed to me, who would have been a hysterical mess. They caught the guy rather quickly, and now Tim has to get a new car. Still, crazy scary and very fortunate no one was hurt.
Otherwise, the weekend was low-key. On Friday, we grabbed drinks with my old roommate, Nadya, who I hadn’t seen in a while. On Saturday morning, I logged some very slow, very humid very just crappy miles. As much as it sucked, I was relieved that my legs felt shitty on Saturday rather than Sunday. I ran a hundred million errands and then Tim and I stopped by a bbq at his friend, Bree’s. It was fine, we didn’t really know anyone, so we just kind of awkwardly sat around and I ate tortilla chips, so I was happy.
We went out for a little yesterday to watch the games, which I didn’t mind because I really like drinking on Sundays. Helps ease into the week, I always say.
Well, my sports bra (one I wear regularly) caused some serious chaffing, so things are a little painful over here. But I GUESS it was worth it for a PR.