BOO for the weekend being over!! Why do the weekends always seem to FLY by and the week seems to crawl by? Argh!
Anyway—it was a great weekend! Where did we leave off??
Saturday I finished working the event for work around Noon. Had a yummy breakfast during the event.
Homemade trail mix (almonds, chocolate chips, and raisins… sounds random, but so good!) and pple slices. I ate about ½ of this bag of apples (all for like 80 calories! Crazy!!) and all the trail mix. I couldn’t stop munching. And I had a diet pepsi. Of course.
After work, the rain let up so I decided to try for the run outside. Gotta love having to change in the bathroom pre-run!
7 miles, 9:40 average pace. Done and done. The run didn’t feel great. I felt like I was busting my ass the first 2 miles when I finally looked down at my Garmin and saw I was maintaining a decent pace. That was the boost I needed to snap outta it and the rest of the run felt good. Not great… shin pain for sure… but, overall—it was a good run.
After my run I came home and did 8-Minute Abs and 8-Minute Arms with the Hubs. The Hubs NEVER works out with me (he works out, just not with me), so this was a nice change. However, about ½ way through the arms portion I started to realllly feel hunger and knew I needed to get something in my tummy—NOW. So, I grabbed a banana and ate it. While still doing 8-Minute Arms.
Banana in one hand. Isolated bicep curl in the other. Multitasking at its finest.
Saturday night we went to dinner with some friends and then came back home and watched ½ of Aladdin on ABC Family. One of our friends didn’t know Aladdin was Steve from Full House. His mind was blown. Glad I could help. Is this not common knowledge? Come on… I know you’ve seen the episode of Full House where the Tanners go to Disney and DJ thinks she keeps seeing Steve, but each time in ends up being Aladdin (aka- Steve!). No? Just me? My college roommate and I used to watch Full House All. The. Time. Lunch, Full House, and then a nap. PERFECT combination.
Saturday we also went grocery shopping. I normally wouldn’t tell you something so ridiculously mundane (as though the rest of this blog is OH SO EXCITING!), but I stubbed my toe CRAZY hard on our cart (because I am the world’s biggest klutz and so, so, sooo accident prone). Like, CRAZY hard. OMG. Hurt so bad. Hurt for the rest of the time. Literally had to limp. AWESOME. Knew that was gonna make for an interesting long run Sunday. I iced and elevated and hoped it would be good as knew come Sunday.
Needless to say, my hopes were not met.
Sunday I woke up to storms and a big, swollen, sore pinkie toe. Oh well. My shins were screaming too, so I figured all the stars were aligning telling me NOT to do a long run. I listened. Instead, I spun my little heart out at a crazy intense spinning class. And, then I ran 3 miles on the treadmill. 3 painful, but quick miles in 27:47. I shouldn’t have run them, but I kept telling myself “you have to get a FEW miles in, since you’re skipping your long run! Come on! You can do it!” I know they say you never regret a workout, and I don’t… but, I do gotta start being smarter and start just saying no when things hurt. Just say no. To drugs and apparently sometimes the treadmill.
The rest of Sunday was a wonderfully lazy day where I sticked my legs-- TWICE!!-- and iced! Good, Meagan. I'm learning.
The night was capped by a fabulous homemade dinner of chicken stirfry and a Redbox, 30 Minutes or Less.
I was hesitant to see this movie and only picked it because there was nothing else, but it was surprisingly funny. The Hubs and I both liked it—which almost never happens. Then, as usual, I was happily passed out by 9:01pm. Perfect Sunday night. J