Friday (sorry for the delay. I'm a bad blooger!), pretty much blew. Sorry for the not-so-nice language, but it is what it is. I got my long run in by getting 6 of the hottest, sweatiest miles of my life in outside during lunch. Then, I wrapped it up with 11 more miles on the indoor track after work. 11 of the most BORING miles of my life. Let me tell you-- 11 miles on a 200m track SUCK. SUCK, SUCK, SUCK. Beyond suck. I was beyond bored and crabby and had to keep promising myself "just one more lap, then you can quit!" basically the entire run. NOT FUN. The lunch 6 were in 10:20s and the track 11 were in 10:00s. Whatever. I got them in and of course felt better after they were all done. I got home about 7:30pm from the brain-numbing run, scarfed down a little food faster than I knew I could, and was PASSED OUT by 9. I'm a party animal.
Saturday the Hubs and I went to the Taste of Chicago with my parents-in-law, brother-in-law, and cousins-in-law (& their super cute 4 year old). We left for Chicago Saturday morning after I got in a sweaty 7:30am Signature Strength class. A 6:45am Saturday alarm clock sucks, but it was worth it to get a workout in before the non-stop eating.
To say the Taste it was a good time with good company and good food would be an understatement. I had a blast! We tried almost every (for serious!) booth, splitting little "taster" portions between several members of our entourage. Below are just a SMALL few pics of some of the food. SO, SO, SOOO good!!!
Again, SOOO good!!! Obviously, there was LOTS and LOTS of food (in the pic clockwise from top left: curry fries, the Hubs eating a Brazilian sausage, African chicken and rice, & toasted ravioli) yet someone-- I was still hungry all day. I think running late Friday night and then the light dinner (b/c my tummy was still post-run-not-happy) left me with a calorie deficit that I just couldn't catch up from Saturday. Oh, I'm SURE number wise, I was MORE than caught up... but, I just could not get full. It was one of those ENDLESS hunger days. Oh well. At least I was at a place with LOTS of yummy food!
After the Taste we all stayed with Matt's cousin. It was a fun filled nights with more food, some beers, and lots of laughter.
Sunday started with a quick 2 mile run with my FIL.
|Thanks for the pic, FIL! :)|
After a quick shower and breakfast, we peaced out around 11am and made it back home in time to grab a late, late lunch, grocery shop, and do some mega apartment packing. We start moving this SATURDAY!!
Oh! And, on the drive home I saw this sign on the side of a road and had to snap a shot:
It says "No one ever drowned in their own sweat". I love it! The Hubs thought I was crazy. I think it's hysterical and SO TRUE.
Anyway-- it was a great, but exhausting, weekend. Monday the 5am alarm went off WAY too early. But, I dragged my tired booty outta bed and made it to 5:30 spinning and then did 2 miles on the TM. I did 4 more miles at lunch. After work the Hubs asked if I wanted to go for a walk. I REALLY didn't want to go and these temps did not help the Hubs case.
94 degrees at 7pm?? Ewwwwww. But, I went. I always ask him to go for walks with me and he goes even when he doesn't want to, so I decided to suck it up. Plus, there was a promise of the worlds biggest fro yo cup. I was in. We did just over 4 miles.
And, there was fro yo. A HUGE cup of SF-vanilla fro yo with Resses (my signature). BUUUUUT- it led to a SAD, SAD moment for me. Brace yourself. Ready? I couldn't finish it all. GASP! I KNOW! This has legit NEVER happened before. It was just too much... sugar? dairy? chocolate? candy? something. I think the heat messed up my tummy and I just couldn't take it. It was a SAD moment. I didn't get a photo because it's definitely not a moment to remember. It was a shameful moment. So, let's not talk about it every again, ok? Great.
Today, as I said-- I'm crabby. No clue why. It is what it is. I went to Signature Strength this morning and then did 2.5 speedy (20:45) miles on the TM. I felt great! Someone that great feeling faded crazy fast and it's been crabass ever since. Not even 5 miles on the indoor track at lunch could pull me out. Boo. At least I admit it when I'm crabby.