I had one of the best weekends I've had in a long, long while. So lemme run it down for you and share the exhausted bliss. This might take a while.
The weight trainer in me sabotaged the runner in me, and I ended up putting way too much shit on my stomach prior to a run. My stomach physically hurt for the first two miles. Savannah is an old and beautiful city and I was trying to plan whose bushes I would barf in. For all that, I hit my stride in the third mile and was able to close strong.
It was home to clean up and nap before D and I headed back downtown. At my favorite bar, a tall, gorgeous blonde lady bought my drink because she didn't meet the minimum. Why, thank you. Then more foods and drinks at another favorite restaurant.
Friday
I stood up for myself. Someone asked me to do something I already do, but in a different manner. I said no. And I was grossly offended, but maintained some manners and kept shit professional. Ish.
I also went to a runners' expo and picked up all sorts of cool shit, like tshirts and a New Balance bag and expensive chocolate.
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| Yes, she is flambé-ing my creme brulée. |
Saturday
Oh hey, I ran a 5k. Longtime readers might remember the Year of Running, during which I ran a 5 or 10 almost every month. It culminated in a half-marathon, at which I decided no more halfs.
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| Many thanks to Steph for the Brooks arm sleeves! |
Then we went to the farmer's market and I bought a shit ton of vegetables and even some vegan meals and jalapeño honey. That was followed by an indulgent brunch at a new restaurant. Of course I wore my medal everywhere.
Until the gym. What was epic about the gym? I stank so badly and someone had generously donated body spray. Yay!
My amazing hubs agreed to accompany me to the barn, where I cut the shit with both C and the BM. Then pony and I had our first trot.
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| Unintentionally matching. |
Sunday
Kicking back on the couch when... I got my first Etsy order! Oh yes, there is a shop. More details to follow!
After that, it was a trip to get the cars tinted (um.. Illegal), the gym to work out, back to switch cars, photographing puppies, eating Mexican, and enjoying a beer while I made my first for-profit metal stamp.
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