I love sleep. It's like just one notch under family. It might even be tied with coffee and chocolate.
Eric posted this on my Facebook wall.
|I couldn't agree more.|
It was perfect because I'd finally added one of those cute motivational sayings to my phone's alarm clock like I always see on blogs.
|I had to set the alarm to go off while writing this post|
because I'm not coordinated enough to take a screen shot
when I actually wake up.
If asked, I would definitely say I love sleep more than running. My actions this weekend didn't reflect that.
Friday morning, I was up at 3, and Lily and I hit the road running at 3:30am. We were aiming for 20 miles, but ran out of time and only got 18.75. Still, not bad before sunrise. I even found a new neighborhood to add to my home turf long run repertoire. There was a portion where I was pretty positive I would have to tell her to go ahead and call Eric to come pick me up, around mile 12. I took a salted caramel Gu, which helped, but what really did the trick was Lily being nice enough to listen to me rant about all the people that really pissed me off this week. Nothing fuels a run better than anger (although anger and salted caramel Gu might just be the ultimate combination).
You might think I would have gone home directly after work and headed to bed, and I normally would have, but there was something preventing me.
|That's right. Ke$ha.|
Ke$ha was performing at Pier 5. Being cheapskates, we opted to watch from Pier 6. Here's what I mean.
Pier 6 is pretty close to us. Only a 20 minute drive and then another 45 minute parking spot search.
From Pier 6, we could hear perfectly, see decently, and enjoy our Chipotle dinner (purchased for only $10 with a BOGO coupon). Our friends who had amazing seats updated us with pictures (like the one above) so we could actually check out the outfits.
|Our view - those screens they put up basically did nothing.|
When I walked over to get our dinner during the opening act, I'm pretty sure Ke$ha's limo suddenly pulled up on the sidewalk in front of me.
|She's in there. I felt the strong presence of glitter.|
The only thing detracting from our experience was the people next to us. It was a mom and her daughter who couldn't have been more than 7, yet had every word to every song memorized and was singing along loudly and doing what appeared to be pre-choreographed dance moves with her mom. Neither batted an eye while Ke$ha pretty consistently dropped f-bombs and discussed sex and drugs in between songs. Now, I'm not a parent, I'm not trying to judge anyone for their parenting. All I'm saying is it's a little unnerving to hear a 7 year old talking about brushing her teeth with a bottle of jack.
We walked the glitter filled streets (literally) back to our car, and I immediately fell asleep on the way home. Wild.
Saturday, I was up at 6 to host a group run and man the Charm City Run water stop at the inner harbor. I barely survived through 4 miles, and then did another 3.25 on my own after my shift. It was at a 10:20 pace and made me want to quit running forever.
I needed all the help I could get staying awake on Saturday. I went out to lunch with my BFF Casi, and one of the sandwiches we shared had coffee rubbed marinated beef. I couldn't taste the coffee, but it was still a really good sandwich, and I stayed up until like 10pm.
Except I couldn't because we had a football game. The games are 40 minutes, and most people play around 25-30 minutes of them, and it's exhausting. I'm sure any NFL player would back me up on this.
A minimum of three girls is required, and this week our team had two show up. You're allowed to play with 2, but your team has to play with only 7, instead of 8, and obviously both girls get no breaks. It gets more complicated and tiring. Every third play is a "gender" play, meaning the quarterback has to throw to a girl. The pressure is on us while the boys get a break (they aren't even allowed to cover girls). So essentially, while the guys play 2/3 of the time, girls play all the time. This was a further problem, because we had two girls, yet only one girl who could actually catch the ball (hint: it wasn't me).
I somehow managed to survive and even tagged several people on defense, which is officially the first and only time I've done anything to help the team. We lost 40-19, which is significantly less of a point deficit than our loss last week.
Sunday was another 6am wakeup. I met my friend Jen for a 12 mile run. The weather was perfect, and this run was a huge confidence boost. I'm off my antibiotics, and for the first time since getting sick, I felt like myself. Our overall pace was even under 10 minute miles (9:21!). I managed to run, go grocery shopping, prep breakfast and lunch, clean the apartment, and shower all before the Ravens game at 1pm.
If there was ever any doubt that in a marriage, you rub off on your spouse, we proved it so hard today. I was sitting on the couch, watching the game, eating a (Wegmans) sub packed with salami, and Eric was out doing a 10 mile run. If you had told me that would happen any time in the first two years of our marriage, I would have laughed so hard.
In other news, we tried a bacon chocolate donut.
Still, it looked really good (when I originally bought it, not so much in the picture). I want to replicate it with a fresh donut and freshly cooked crispy bacon and then see what's what.
Who would you stay up to see in concert after a long run at 3am? Obviously Katy Perry, and also Lady Gaga, I may have even shelled out for real tickets for them, Britney Spears, (laugh all you want). Also any grunge/rock band from the 90s (except Dave Matthews band, ew), but only if they have all the original members or use some sort of time machine (ex. Nirvana).
What's at the bottom of your dessert continuum? Generally fruit based desserts, unless they are seasonally appropriate (ex. apple pie on Thanksgiving, blueberry cobbler on the 4th of July, etc), and donuts, and Snickers. I've probably given this too much thought.