I feel like I actually had a weekend for a change.
I spent some nice time with girlfriends, ate some yummy brunch food, and had a mini-reunion with some old friends from high school. I saw two movies — Click, which was pretty mediocre, and Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest, which was good but not as awesome as the first Pirates film.
*Spoiler alert for Click — Towards the end of the film, Adam Sandler’s character has a heart attack. That scene made me very, very uncomfortable, since that is how my dad died a few months ago. It shoved the pain and fear my dad must have felt right in my face, and it made me really upset that my mom and I weren’t there with him when he died. I certainly could have done without seeing a heart attack portrayed so vividly.
On a more positive note, I’m headed to Chicago this weekend…yay! I could so use a break.
Oh — I totally failed to blog about my July 4th, didn’t I? Well, I did the Peachtree Road Race, which is the world’s largest 10k, that morning. I woke up really freaking early to do the 6.2 miles in the heat with 54,999 other crazy people. Considering I hadn’t run outside (not on a treadmill) or more than 4 miles in about two years, I actually did better than I thought I would — I jogged the vast majority of the course with just a few short walk breaks. Then I could barely walk for two days and had to scoot down staircases on my ass because my muscles were so sore. Yay.
The evening of the 4th, my friend LS and I headed to Lenox Mall to watch the fireworks. We got there pretty early and sat around eating corn dogs and frozen lemonade and making fun of people, although for the most part the crowd was pretty tame and there weren’t that many freaks. Right as showtime neared, it started to lightning (lightninging?) pretty badly, and then the rain came. After several rain delays, getting in the car to leave, getting stuck in horrible traffic, and parking again once we heard the show would go on, we finally got to see the show.
In the rain.
With no umbrellas.
But it was great. I <3 fireworks! Then we sat in the parking deck for a good hour before we could leave to crawl our way home in traffic. I figured out that I left the house at about 6 p.m., and I didn't get home until 12:30 a.m. And I was soaking wet. All this after getting up at 5 a.m. to do the race that morning. Was it worth it? That's debatable. But I do <3 fireworks, so I'm going to say "yes."
The days since the 4th have found me hobbling about, stretching like a tabby cat and vowing to get in shape and stay there. I want to start running 15 miles a week and riding my bike at least an hour a week. I don’t think that’s being too ambitious, and it will certainly do my health — and my Coldstone Creamery belly — good. I’ve started researching GPS heart rate monitors so I can run on some trails near my office in the morning before work and track my distance easily. Notice I said “before work.” This means I will have to get my lazy rear out of bed before 8 a.m. Yikes. My rise and shine time will likely need to be around 6:30 a.m. to give me time to commute, run, and shower before work. But I have some really cute size 2 and 4 outfits I must fit into before summer is gone, and that isn’t going to happen if I’m not willing to work for it!
So this means I have to curb my Ramen noodle and fruit-on-the-bottom yogurt ritual I’ve been practicing for the past week. It’s back to Lean Cuisines and plain low-fat yogurt with berries for me. No excuses…not even a trip to Chicago is reason enough to cheat, right? Right?!
Oh, and I just caught a snippet of that TV show “Extra” — when the heck did Mark McGrath become a co-host? He’s hot!
On that note, goodnight…may I dream of Mark McGrath admiring my skinniness against a backdrop of amazing fireworks…sigh.