This weekend I had some super de duper crappy runs. Friday night I had 5.35 miles to run and I felt like I was going to die for 99% of it. Mental note: scarfing down wheat thins and hummus 5 seconds before heading out for a run because you're "starrrrrrrrrrrrrving" will cause your stomach to be pisssssssssed.
Saturday I had big plans to hit up my local Barnes and Noble to treat myself to my new nook, and then to take it for a test drive on the treadmill for my ten mile long run. Long story short (for now) I wasn't able to get the library book I wanted downloaded on to the Nook, and it took me much longer to get to that conclusion than I had initially planned. So by the time I started my long run, I was already hungry. And I've been feeling under the weather. And I quit the run at 3 miles. Dedication.... I haz it.
I briefly considered making up my remaining 7 miles Sunday before the Superbowl, but that was pretty far-fetched. Original Superbowl outfit included super sweet green sparkly clover headband (see right) until I realized that the boy probably wouldn't be seen with me sporting them (just wait for St. Patty's day kid....muhahahahhaha) and that I wouldn't be able to wear my lucky gold hair ribbon/headband that had been providing GB with excessive luck over the past 5-6 weeks of wearing it. For some reason, no photos were taken of Superbowl celebrations. At one point, I had made a deal that if the Packers won, I was going to go streaking outside after the game. The fact that we watched the game at a bar, coupled with the fact that it was a gazillion degrees below zero out, PLUS the fact that I didn't actually utter this thought to anyone, allowed me to wuss out. Yayzies.
But seriously.... talk about a happy camper on Sunday. GO PACK GO! :D :D :D :D
And of course on Monday morning I had to continue to represent: rocking a yellow stripey sweater and my Packers scarf.
P.S. What the heck am I going to do with all my time on Sundays!??!?!?!? #IHateTheOffSeason