I’ve always (read: since graduating college and becoming, for lack of a better word, an “adult”) enjoyed what Boyfriend and I dub Lazy Sundays: that wondrous day that caps off each weekend, filled with brunch, naps and lots of TV, and where you only remove yourself from the couch to pee or grab (generally unhealthy) food.
Last weekend, I amended
our my Lazy Sunday.
In an unusual bout of productivity, I decided Sundays would be good days to catch up on grocery shopping, laundry, blogging, making MyBestFriendsHair.com tutorials and prepping lunches for the work week ahead. I’m pretty proud to say I continued that trend today (minus the laundry. Come on – four out of five ain’t bad.).
In full disclosure, we still did lots of cuddling, some napping/football watching (it’s sometimes one in the same – am I right?), unhealthy brunching and plenty of TV watching. But if everything I did today could be counted as billable hours (it’s a PR thing), I’d already have a good half-week in.
In other news:
I have this feeling that something’s going to mess up weather-wise for my first-ever half-marathon next week, thanks to Mr. Frankenstorm.
If you aren’t aware, it’s officially six days until my first-ever half-marathon. And if you’re wondering, yes, I’m still super terrified.
I ran six miles this Saturday, and it felt great. The weather was perfect, and I ran a 9-minute/mile pace. But I have to keep reminding myself that six is less than half a half-marathon.
So, you know, eesh.
Separate from the pain I’ve been feeling in long runs to date, I happen to have a lot of weather-focused specifications that tend to impact my runs. Such as:
– If it’s too cold, my lungs will, like, freeze.
– If it’s too warm, it’ll just suck.
– If it’s too windy, I’ll get thirsty super fast when I start to mouth-breathe.
– If there’s any kind of precipitation at all, I’ll probably just crumble and cry.
In other words, it needs to be absolutely perfect. Which I have this tiny feeling is kind of a lot to ask, given the Frankenstorm that’s supposed to be blowing through New York this week.
God, if you’re listening and aren’t super busy, would you mind sparing the good people potentially about to suffer from Frankenstorm and grant us good running weather next weekend? You know, if you want you?
That’s only a little selfish, right?