A simple weekend. Simplicity is relative. In fact, I feel a bit more overwhelmed than ever. But at the same time? Happier and prouder than ever.
Proud of my friends:
Congratulations to Caitlin and Pennsylvania State Police Officer Joe, who welcomed the latest addition to their family, Milo (as well as some other super exciting news that is in the pipeline, but we don’t want to jinx).
Congratulations to all who ran and raced this weekend—we are getting to the end of Marathon Madness. Mo, Lacey, Nevie, Annmarie, and my great friends at Team Challenge took on the bright lights, big city of Las Vegas for the Rock N Roll Vegas Half and Full Marathons.
My little (and Maid of Honor!) ran the Richmond half, as did a few other old friends!
To Debbie, who I partnered up with to run the Guts and Glory Virtual Race to raise money for CCFA.
Debbie never ceases to amaze me. She had major surgery this year, came back to the sport that she loved, figured out how to work around new “limitations,” never gave up, and ran a half this summer/fall, and keeps on going. And she puts up with Maine weather, missing her family, and does it all with a smile on her face and unending determination.
Next up for our little team of Crohn’s Misfits is the Team Challenge Turkey Trot!
Oh, and she found the Zevia Sparkling Pear Cider that I posted to Instagram, but gives it a 7 out of 10. Who is taking on the apple? PS you can find it at Whole Foods.
See that beautiful layering and colors? Practicing my preaching!
I am proud of my own run on Saturday—it was a run that got me “back.” I decided to do 14 miles, and, I will be straight up with you, I was going through the motions, fighting my brain for the first 8-9 miles. I just couldn’t “click” with what I was doing. Then I couldn’t open my ginger, had to stop, ended up cutting my lip up trying to open it, but it was like after that, the veil lifted. I talked a little about the run on my Instagram account, but in short, I finished that run feeling untouchable. To be fair, I did have a slight tailwind rather than a headwind, and that always helps, but I felt like I was flying—my legs felt strong, I felt like every step was sure, and like a missing part of the harmony had gotten back on key.
I know that some will read that as all “ooooo running blah blah blah preach the sermon drink the Koolaid.” I’m ok with that. We all have something that feels natural to us, and when it isn’t feel natural, it is the worst thing ever, and then all of the sudden it clicks back, and we are good. So. That. And I ran my fastest half since my PR race last year, and basically negative split the sucker. SO BAM.
Ok, a few other things that we did:
Alex and I had brunch with his cousin at Hash House a Go Go, where as per usual they f-ed me over with my meal (I didn’t even modify it, but I was promised that it was just some light spray used to cook it and it THREE napkins to soak up the grease that I didn’t even press out of it! Even Alex thought it was gross OY). Alex’s was delicious, though, and even though his was far more unhealthy, his didn’t have an oil slick on it! Weird.
I had my new pancake recipe for dinner and made Alex some French toast (all brunch, all day biatches), and he fell asleep at 7:30 on the couch and we got in bed at 9. To be fair, he did stay out until 2 am the night before (I stayed out until the late late hour of 11, still proud). And Sunday we went to a cool exhibit (more to come), grocery shopped, lounged, read, watched tv, cooked, and generally just had us time.
Simple is relative.
This week, however, is going to push me hard—I have a lot to do, a lot of new projects to work on, but I am looking forward to it, if for no other reason than to show myself that I can.
Was your weekend “simple”? What is your idea of a “simple weekend”?
What was a simple something from this weekend that made you purely happy?