Funk

I'm in a funk. There, I said it. And, I realize it's crazy talk-- but, let me explain.

I mean-- first it is extremely important to realize I'm crazy. Otherwise none of this'll make sense. So, that's clear now, right? Good. Great.

This weekend, the Hubs and I (with the help of my in-laws van and my BIL-- thank you!!) started our big move Saturday morning. We're renting a house in a college-student-filled part of town. Not a great part of town, but hey-- it's a HOUSE. Not a big house, but a house. No sharing walls with other people. No quarters for laundry (b/c-- this house has a washer and dryer! YAY!!). No vomit on our doorstep (hopefully). The Hubs and I saw this place twice before we signed the lease and yet still, when we walked in on Saturday-- we were both taken aback. It simply wasn't what we remembered. It was much smaller than we remembered and much more... hmm... how can I say this.... crappy. Beat up walls, non-touched up paint, scuffed floors, etc. I had a slight breakdown and freaked out. Then (ok, after several more minutes of freak out, tears included), I sucked it up and we started moving stuff in and now I think it's going to look just fine. Want a sneak peak? Here's the new kitchen:

So, I'm done panicking for now. The Hubs and I area spending a good chunk of the evenings this week over at the new place cleaning and fixing a few odds and ends. I guess when you live in a major college town and decide to rent from a college-land-lord you have to kinda expect to live like a college student. I'm not entirely OK with that, so we're going to try to fix some stuff to move to at least the grad-student level. Baby steps, people. Baby steps.

Backing up a smidge from the weekend, Friday night we drove 2+ hours to Grand Rapids, MI to visit some very good friends, 2 of which just had a baby! Ok, well-- the woman HAD the baby. But, her and her Hubs are now new parents! Their baby is the CUTEST thing ever. Adorable! Teeny tiny hands and feet and the smallest, most perfect little nose! She's adorable. It was love at first sight. I'm obsessed.

We didn't get home Friday til after midnight. Luckily the Hubs drove so I napped for about half the drive. I crashed right when we got home and was up Saturday morning by 6am to get my long run in. Now, most people might say doing a long run the morning before moving all day is a lil' crazy. Most people would be right. Hindsight is always a bitch.

I did 11 GLORIOUS miles. I had 10 on the schedule. It was a cutback week. From my first steps I knew it was going to be an amazing run. Maybe it was just knowing I only (told you I'm crazy) had to do 10. Maybe it was the cooler temps. Maybe it was the fact that Friday was a total and complete rest day. I have no idea. Whatever it was, I'll take it. I loved every step of this run. If I had more time, I would have done next weeks LR today and taken next week as the step back week. You just never know when you're going to have one of these runs again. I soaked up every second I could. 11 wonderful miles in 9:40s, with a ginormous smile plastered to my face the whole time.

The rest of Saturday was spend moving, moving, and moving. I was exhausted, beat, warn down, and OVER the day by dinner time. I would have loved to just taken a hot bath and hit the hay... buuuut, no! I promised the Hubs we'd see BATMAN! One of his friends came into town, so the Hubs, his friend, my BIL, and I were off for dinner, fro yo and Batman.

I'll admit it... fro yo was definitely the best part of the night. 100x better than Batman. Don't tell the Hubs I said that.

Now, you might not know this-- but, my Hubs is a pretty big nerd. Like, huge, huge nerd. He made us get to the theatre an HOUR early so we could get good seats. And, we even already had our tickets! Whatever. It's why I love him. And, we weren't even the first people in line, so I guess I can't judge too much. I did almost fall asleep while waiting in line, but whatever. So, we Batman-ed. It was a great movie, but I was EXHAUSTED by the end of the 3-ish hour event. We got home around 11:30 and I was out like a light by midnight.

Sunday morning I got up and reluctantly went to the gym. I was beat. I didn't want to go. I did 60 lame minutes on the elliptical and called it, even though my plan said 90 minutes. Enter, funk. I just did NOT want to workout that day. Sunday we ran some errands, did lots of work on the new house, then went back to our apartment for dinner and a redbox.

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Movie and dinner were both great. Homemade chicken stir-fry with brown rice and Friends with Kids. Definitely worth the $1.28 to see it. Thanks for the recommendation, Kara!

I forgot Monday I had a doctor's appointment, so no spinning for me. Which worked great for me because I just did NOT WANT TO WORKOUT. I did go to the gym and did 6 miles on the TM in 9:40s, but-- MAN! I did not want to go! Again-- FUNK. Who thinks they're in a funk when they still get 6 miles in?? THIS KID. I'm a freak. 6 miles is just not a lot these days, so I felt like I didn't even workout yesterday. CRAZY BRAIN.

This morning, my alarm went off at 5am and I turned that shit off in 2.2 seconds. No way was I getting outta bed. Again FUNK, party of 1. Right here. UGH! I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm going to go this afternoon and hope to get 6 miles in, but uuuugh. I don't want to!!!!!! I hope this funk passes soon! I really can't afford to slack on training. I know that. My head knows that. But, ugh! The idea of working out right now just sounds terrible. WHO AM I!?!?! I love to sweat. What's going on?? Maybe all the moving stress? Maybe just a regular run of the mill funk that'll pass soon? Ugh. Whatever it is... I hope it's on its way out and I'll be back to my normal two-a-day, sweat-tasitc self ASAP. A girl can dream, right?!? :)