You guys, I did something YOOGE this weekend.
I bought my first pair of running short-shorts.
Until now, I’ve always run in capris, or knee-length compression shorts. I hate the term “problem area,” but if I WERE to like it, mine would be my thighs. Even at my skinny-mini-est, they rubbed. I can have a pretty flat stomach with almost zero effort (hate me), but my thighs will always be big ol’ tree trunks.
I’ve learned to embrace this. Hey, I can squat more than most grown men! But…it’s hot. And I want to wear light, cool running shorts when I run, and I want to shuck my cotton underwear in favor of light, wicking, built-in briefs.
So this weekend, I hit up my local lucy store. I found these, which feel promising and like they won’t ride. I’m hoping that with a hefty dose of Body Glide I will be able to pull them off okay!
Also, the salespeople remembered me from a previous visit yapping about my blog. Cool, huh? They offered to make me a lucy PRO, which means I get a discount and may be participating in their Fitness Fridays in the future. Hooray!
Sadly, the weather for our Saturday shopping trip didn’t hold out, and we were stranded outside Crate and Barrel, figuring out how we should make a mad dash to our dinner location, just across the parking lot.
We got pretty wet, but…it was worth it. We went to North, which was basically northern Italian cuisine. I enjoyed some delicious sangria and olives to start and then forgot to photograph the rest of my meal.
Review: we had the bruschetta appetizer, which was good, except the asparagus smelled kind of like…socks…and turned me off. I had chicken parm for dinner, which was kind of weird, because it was the most giant serving of chicken ever with exactly six rigatoni noodles on top. Usually it’s about half and half pasta and chicken, but….oh well. It was good and I’d go back.
Around 8:00 last night I got bored and tried my hand at sugar cookies with flooded royal icing.
They are good, but man, I don’t think I have the patience to be a decorator. As long as it tastes good…I’m a-okay with it looking bad.
This morning, we went to church, grocery shopped, and took pictures of our animals for no good reason.
Sometime before dinner, I got fed up with our house looking like a college hovel and went on a quest to get cheap, cute wall art.
I got a huge, cool looking mirror for over the mantle at TJ Maxx. Southpaw liked it.
I also purchased some small canvases, paint, and painter’s tape at Michael’s. This is still a work in progress, but eventually, it will be hung as four separate squares…somewhere in our house.
(Still needs to finish drying and be touched up. Obvs.)
I also got some picture frames to frame some wedding pictures.
Then I made a pork tenderloin.
Yum. When pork is cooked properly, it’s awesome.
Anyway, the week ahead…is still kind of up in the air. My ankle is not feeling great after Friday’s 10 miler, but I’m going to be doing a taper of sorts for my half next Sunday. I’m going to try for 7 tomorrow and see what happens…but otherwise, it’ll be rest, ice, repeat!
I can’t believe I’m running a half marathon in a week—I am DEFINITELY less nervous this time around than last. I’m not really nervous, except about the heat—I’m a big wimp in heat and humidity! It’s my sister’s first half, too, and I don’t think we’ll be running the whole thing together, but I’m super excited for her. I’m going to try to break my 2:10:00 goal seriously this time. At my first half, I just wanted to finish, and I did—in 2:13:32. I KNOW I can finish this race…but can I reach my goal? I’m nervous!
What’s your favorite mixed drink? I’m usually a beer and wine girl, but I won’t say no to sangria or a vodka tonic with lime!