Saturday morning started with my 13 mile training run. Since the mileage is getting up there I'm having to get a little more creative with where I run. The Parkway here in town is a straight shot through 2 of the 3 major cities in my county. I knew that I'd be able to go out and back 6.5 miles no problem.
What I didn't count on is the million and ten crosswalks I'd have to stop at along the way and almost getting ran over by a coworker's teenage daughter. In her defense she was trying to be sweet. What most drivers don't know about runners and bikers, is that as a general rule we'd prefer you to go first.
Things go much more quickly (assuming everyone sees everyone else) if you go ahead. We only have to slow up a bit then we continue on our way. If you stop, we're gonna slow up too. We don't trust you. Then we have to be stopped long enough to trust that you're not going to run us over. Then we go.
And the cars lined up behind you are cussing us both.
The route - with a good parking area as well as bathroom facility - ended up being 13.33 miles. My longest run ever. Hard to believe that in the next couple months I'll double that mileage. I had more in me today (I quasi-sprinted out the last quarter mile) and could have gone further, which was encouraging.
After the run I headed back to the house to get some cleaning in. The In-laws would be arriving later that night and I wanted to get everything picked up/clean before they got here. Between twitter, facebook, and my messy house, it took every bit of the 3 hours I had to get the job done.
Then it was time to get showered up and play trophy wife.
One of Jay's clients had recently married, and invited us over to their house for a post wedding celebration. They'd called it a hoedown and mentioned that polo's and khakis were too dressy. Jay assumed that they just wanted people to be comfortable casual.
I hate my wardrobe. It really sucks. Especially with this up and down business my weight has been doing. I only had one pair of jeans that fit that can be worn with flats (and I wasn't crazy enough to try heels after that morning's run). Since they were black in color and low in rise I had to be picky about what top I put them with. I picked out a cute white (long) polo and a sweater.
Jay took one look at me and said "I pictured you wearing something like...um...well...um" as he looked through my closet. He ended up finding a really dressy button up shirt I wear with slacks to work. His suggestion had been less than helpful. He told me I'd probably get too hot inside in the sweater and to wear something else.
So I picked out a cute short sleeved top and we headed out.
I wanted to kill Jay when the host greeted us outside in a wife beater and overalls. It was a country bumpkin themed party and we were the only ones who didn't dress to theme. On top of that most of the party took place outside on the screened in porch in the cool fall air. Thankfully the hostess offered to lend me a jacked so I didn't freeze to death.
I was nervous since I'd never met any of the party goers, but I quickly found that everyone was friendly and easy to talk to. In our treat bag, I found an invitation to next years event. They want to make it a yearly thing. Next time, we will come dressed appropriately!
We had a great time and stayed much longer than we'd anticipated. When we got home we found Jay's parents asleep on the couch. As per our usual, we stayed up late chatting until we finally called it a night around 3AM.
Yesterday was Jay's birthday so for lunch we headed up to the land we just sold for a picnic.
The four of us, plus my parents met up there for pizza and homemade cobbler (is it still homemade if I used canned peaches?) After that we headed toward another development - this one with a creek - so Jay could get more pictures.
Then it was back to the house to hang out and watch the birthday boy's favorite new show - Ice Road Truckers in India.
Is it any wonder that I'm exhausted?
How was your weekend??