Saturday night, I worked a shift at the running store, then headed to my friend Donnie's 30th birthday party. I'm getting to that point in my life where 30th birthday parties are becoming a frequent event. It's a lot of fun while I'm still safely young at 29, but brings up a lot of pressure. My own 30th is in June. I've given up on the pipe dream of having my life together and being a real adult by then, but I do need to figure out some extra special way to celebrate.
|The usuals, partying it up|
My adorable new third grade teammate stopped by for a little bit. It's amazing how much actually liking people you work closely with improves the quality of your life.
I strategically planned my rest day for Sunday. Planning my running schedule around my social calendar is key to success for me. Unfortunately Sunday turned out to be anything but restful. I had a busy shift at work (which I like, actually) and then I had a ton of grad work to do (which I despise more than anything on this earth).
Monday morning Lily and I ran an easy 7 miles. I probably won't wear my watch at all this week until the marathon and just keep it light. After school, I was working at the running store for a Black Girls Run event. I had no idea what this event was, but it turned out the group just partnered with the store for a night of discounts, snacks, wine, and shopping. I swear I'm not just saying this for the sake of appearing positive about my job on the internets, it was actually a fun night! Obviously cleaning the toilet wasn't my favorite, but I love meeting new runners and talking about running. Plus, apparently they don't abide by my strict policy of never turning down free booze, so I got to go home with this. I even got hummus and grapes too (any free food is extremely exciting in my life).
The fun didn't end when I got home. The matching noodle huggers that Kari and I ordered for our race on Sunday had arrived, and were even prettier in person. Now we are officially ready to race.
The fun ended pretty abruptly when my alarm clock went off at 5:30 this morning. I always know I'm in trouble when I hear the alarm but have probably a full minute of total confusion where I have no idea what's happening or where I am. By the time I got home and ate dinner last night it was around 10:30 pm. Once again, I know I'm not horribly overworked or anything, I have plenty of friends who work much more than me. But we must keep in mind that I am significantly lazier than the average person.
I know I'll have to suck it up in the future because I want to keep my second job, but luckily this week I could pull the "what will help me more for the race, a 5 mile run or an extra hour of sleep?" card. An extra hour of sleep it was. I have grad class tonight so today is officially a rest day. I usually like to take two on weeks of big races anyway.
How many hours a week do you work?
Do you like the people you work with? I LOVE them. Now. :)