Oh hey there.
I didn’t drop dead yesterday (in case you were wondering- and I do appreciate the concern). However, it was a pretty close call. It’s been a pretty lame couple of days.
Here’s what’s been up:
I ran 2 terrifically hot and humid miles on Wednesday over lunch with my friend. The weatherman had said it would be a high of 82. Pretty sure he was a liar. The guy friend was still struggling a little from a weekend of overextending himself (ahem) and so when he wanted to call it quits after about 2, there were no complaints.
However, we got just as sweaty walking back as we would have running. The sun was a beast. Our workout was lackluster. Whomp whomp.
I got my haircut in the ‘burbs. The plan was to hack a couple of inches off as to get rid of any and all dead ends. I freaked out last-minute and just cut off one inch. No one cares. Whomp Whomp.
Because my haircut was later in the night, I went to Mon’s to chill for a bit beforehand. However, about an hour before leaving work, the onsets of a migraine were starting to kick in.
Seeing spots right in front of your face makes driving difficult. If you didn’t know that already.
Mon and I still had a pleasant chat. However, instead of hanging out on the couch, I was sprawled out on her floor for an hour with my hands pressed against my forehead and eyes closed. Her cats were sniffing me. I pretended they were concerned. Pretty sure they just wanted me out of their way. Whomp whomp.
However it’s pretty much a variation on the same basic thing I make for lunch every day. Whomp whomp.
I’ve been a total stress ball lately, so instead of yesterday being a date with Jillian and my weights, I took it outside after work in attempts to “run it out”. And to possibly make up for my poor running the day before. And to also make up for the two massive cookies I snuck from the leftover catering at work yesterday (if we’re really being honest).
The route is never the same when neighborhood running. But I often find myself gravitating towards a specific street for this:This was a picture from last week- it was much smaller than weeks past, but the concept is still the same. Someone actually takes the time to draw a new little piece of artwork in front of their apartment every week. Ah the little things in life that I get joy out of…
Anyway, I did feel a little better after running myself in circles around the neighborhood a few times to come up with a grand total of 4.4 miles. This was satisfactory because I wanted to make sure to hit the 4-mile mark at a minimum. Not much to say other than I do not enjoy owners who take their dogs off of leashes.
Followed this up with a walk to Trader Joe’s with the roomie to pick up some random things. And wine. Obviously.
This close proximity is amazing.
Yet devastating for my wallet.
Now it’s your turn to give me a “whoomp whoomp” from your week. Please. Make me feel better about being lame. It’d be really nice of you…
One thing I cannot “whomp” about is the start of the weekend! I’m just as busy as ever, but this time with activities that are mostly much more low-key. Whew…