There's no doubt I'm looking more and more weird during those casual Friday conversations with co-workers, where someone says something like "So, what are you up to this weekend?", and more and more frequently, my answer is something about running.
Note - I'm referring to people I'm not Facebook friends with. Facebook friends are well aware of my obsession.
Yet, this weekend, what am I doing? Once again, the plans revolve around running. I stand by my statement: There are worse addictions. Like heroin.
Also, most people think of marathon training as something you have to miss fun plans for. What they don't realize is, if you find fellow crazy people, runs actually are a social activity.
Before all this running though, I'm returning to the scene of the crime.
Howl at the Moon, where one night an innocent young teacher had no idea the bouncer checking her ID would become her husband.
|Limo? Who needs a limo after your wedding?|
He still knows the way to my heart nearly 6 years later. He came home from Costco last night with this:
|After a hot run, there is nothing like a cold pickle. Try it.|
I posed my treat next to my coffee mug to show the true size.
Random thought - I just looked at the wedding picture again, and apparently I put my veil back on just for that? Weird.
Sadly though, he won't be joining us tonight, because he has to work. At 9pm. Carolyn's coworker won a happy hour from 5-8. Obviously, I won't be seeing him, I'll be home in bed by the time he clocks in.
She told me to invite people (her coworker gets "credit" for each person who attends the happy hour, towards prizes) so I invited an adorable young man I work with. He didn't think he could go, but asked me where I'd be when the happy hour ended.
Um, in bed. The happy hour IS my night out. These young kids are crazy.
I need to get to bed early, to get up early Saturday, to replicate this picture.
|Same place, different outfits|
|More like these outfits|
Last weekend, she mentioned doing 14 miles on a nearby trail on Saturday, so I decided to go down and join her, and then spend the day
I included these two pictures with grand dreams of a "let's hope Kara looks like this, not this" sort of theme, but actually she doesn't look thrilled to be hanging out with me in either one.
|That's better - just add treats.|
The weekend doesn't end there though, Sunday night, we are most likely going to see Second City, an improv show where lots of famous comedians got their start. I've seen it in Chicago and Toronto (the home cities) and it's been hilarious every time.