I think I’ve said before that I really enjoy my weekends much more since quitting my job in public accounting and switching over to “industry”. No more frantically checking my blackberry for emails over the weekend, worrying that I might be called into the office at any time. Once, I had to go in to work at 5pm on a Saturday. You know it’s going to be bad when you are ENTERING the office that late on a Saturday (we worked til 1am).
This past weekend I finally woke my lazy butt up early to go for a long run – 6.5 miles, which is almost about as far as I’ve run thus far. I need to go 1 mile longer every weekend now to build up to 13 miles before the half marathon. I’m really nervous about doubling my distance in just 2 measly months! Send your prayers and well wishes my way please!
We brought our doggie to a new place in town that is a hybrid dog park/human bar. A pretty cool concept. Unfortunately, our dog is just about as anti-social as we are, and he just wanted to hide under a picnic table the whole time and observe the other doggies from a distance.
My friend and I also tried yoga this weekend. I am TOTALLY inflexible (as in, cannot come anywhere close to touching my toes without bending my knees) and I’ve been attempting to stretch every morning to keep my muscles loose for running. I’m particularly worried about possible IT band issues. So, I thought taking up yoga would be a good partner for the running. However, much to my surprise, this was NOT stretchy, get loose and meditative feel good yoga. This was sweaty, trembling in impossible poses, extreme soreness the next day yoga. I don’t know what I’m doing.
I also mentioned that I bought a sewing machine yesterday. I don’t regret buying it for a second, but I do feel guilty about all the money I’ve been spending. I got a vintage-style Disney World map custom framed yesterday too. Even with a ginormous coupon, custom framing is so dang expensive! What’s up with that?!
Finally, I capped my weekend off by being completely scared by my husband. As a little ongoing game, we like to hide around the house and see if we can startle each other. Well, I was holed up in our office, milling away the time writing happy little blog entries about sewing machines. When I finished, I got up, turned off the lights and walked toward the head of the stairs, when out of the laundry room pops my screaming husband. I yelled in terror and then I actually started to cry. I was totally alarmed at this involuntary reaction (I've never cried from being scared or surprised before, it was weird). He literally startled tears out of me. Needless to say, he felt really, really bad. Hahaha. Oh well, I’ll get him next time!
I'm thinking about starting up on pinterest. Do yall use it? What do you think?