I made it through the weekend without drinking. I’m sure those of you who don’t drink are thinking, “just don’t drink.” But it’s not that simple. Drinks are delicious and margaritas love it when I drink them. So really I do it for the margaritas. Anyway, this is some sort of milestone for me because I always say I won’t drink and then still end up drinking. So now you’re probably wondering what I did with the rest of my weekend since that freed up about 16 hours of my time.
Friday evening, I went to a terrible spin class where all but two of the songs were low resistance sprints. I almost left the class halfway through but then remembered how much I paid for it. When I got home, I added a 9th color to my hair. You never can have too many in there.
Moar red! I used
Emma Stone Copper Shimmer from Feria which made my roots super bright, but eh, I kinda like it. Incidentally, I’m a natural redhead. And for those of you who don’t believe me, including my friends that swear they have never seen my natural hair color, here you go.
I ran 8.5 miles with this girl Saturday morning and didn’t hate it. That’s my longest run in at least 6 weeks. I was feeling pretty good the whole time and we even managed negative splits. Then I got a bonus of seeing EIGHT brown bunnies along the way. The last mile or so was like some crazy bunny love fest just for me.
Let’s not ask the bunnies.
So after a good run and then reading about this marathon bitch-fest (that was somehow still inspiring in its own way) and then hearing about this girl’s 20 minute marathon PR, I remember that I used to like running. So, I might be sort of, kind of looking forward to training for some fall races. Not that the training will start anytime soon because I’ll just burn out more, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
After my run, I went home, took a nap, and then went to Crossfit with hubs (making only one double workout this week, but that’s better than none). It was a deck of cards workout this time.
(If you don’t remember my personally drawn examples of walk-outs and chopsticks, click those links. And be prepared to be taken aback.)
Our trainer wanted us to do quarter mile sprints for the Jokers but I was tired of running, so he picked chopsticks instead. You know what’s worse than sprinting for a quarter mile after running 8.5 miles? 100 chopsticks. TWICE. I feel like I have wobbley turkey neck. Have you ever done so much ab work that just keeping your big ass head off the ground becomes an exercise? That happened to me. It’s hard to hold my head up today because my neck is so sore. Which, I guess, is nice because now I don’t notice the pain my abs are in. So there’s that.
I haven’t shopped in a really long time. Mostly because I hate shopping unless it’s online. So I took care of that one on Saturday too.
I bought a whole bunch of ridiculous things I don’t need from Target, Old Navy, and Kohls, including a necklace that I found to be so ugly that I liked it. It’s like the necklace uglied me into buying it. Is that even possible? I’ll show you all once I figure out what to wear with it.
Then after Shopfest 2012, hubs and I watched approximately 7 hours of Breaking Bad.
Hubs and I finished season 2 on Friday night and my Breaking Bad “dealer” apparently couldn’t read my mind that I needed season 3 in like, twosecondsbeforeIfreakout, so I bought it at Best Buy. I’m that impatient. And no, I don’t have Netflix streaming because it sucks. But I guess in this case it would have been good for something. Cue the entirety of my Saturday and Sunday nights. I’m 7 episodes into season 3 and I think there’s not enough Jesse going on this season, but it looks like that might change after the last episode I watched. Also, I think that he and Demi Moore could make beautiful voice-babies together.
So that’s what happens when you don’t drink. You spend too much money on yourself, you work out too much, and you spend the rest of your time watching too much TV. Let this be a lesson to you all that you should never stop drinking. Unless you’re an alcoholic, then you totally should stop drinking and please don’t send me hate mail.