I wasn't planning on doing Sunday Sweats at all for last week because I did almost nothing. But then I went to my half marathon and actually ran (and walked) it and I had to report that!!!
Here's to my first 13.1 mile race (finished just 7 minutes under the time limit) and 2 PRs in 2 weeks! (anything's a PR the first time you do it!)
Now for the weekend stuff. I'm going to gush because I've been feeling a bit down at the lack of wedding excitement in my life (Remember how I talked about the pros of eloping? Yeah, there are cons, too. A full report on that once we've gotten all the way through it), and my sisters took that feeling and smashed it into the dust.
I got to San Francisco not expecting much of anything, other than some sister time and a race (although the flight was pretty fantastic in and of itself). But they pulled up to the curb at the airport with a car full of gear, we posed for the requisite photos and then sped off for a night of sushi, fancy desserts, and sisterly fun.
The next morning was the race, which went unexpectedly well. Sister3 is an awesome pacer and having someone to chat with made the miles slip by less painfully. When we got to the marker for mile 3, where the 5K split off from the half, there was no question. I was continuing!
Things didn't get difficult until mile number 7, and then by 10 I was pretty much wiped and had to walk my way in. But we made decent enough time in the first 8 miles that even walking I had a few minutes to spare before the 3 hour time limit was up.
After recovering, we limped our way back to the car, and back home, where we compared chafing injuries, showered and napped (I'm pretty sure napping is a requirement after a race). Then we got into the real festivities - mudslides with penis straws and Magic Mike. (Which was actually pretty enjoyable and way more fun/less invasive than real male strippers, which I would be happy to never personally experience again.)
So now I'm floating in the glow of that wonderful and unexpected weekend, along with the lack of pre-race stress, and knowing that we've only got 2 weeks to go! (It's the final countdown...)
Here's to my first 13.1 mile race (finished just 7 minutes under the time limit) and 2 PRs in 2 weeks! (anything's a PR the first time you do it!)
Now for the weekend stuff. I'm going to gush because I've been feeling a bit down at the lack of wedding excitement in my life (Remember how I talked about the pros of eloping? Yeah, there are cons, too. A full report on that once we've gotten all the way through it), and my sisters took that feeling and smashed it into the dust.
I got to San Francisco not expecting much of anything, other than some sister time and a race (although the flight was pretty fantastic in and of itself). But they pulled up to the curb at the airport with a car full of gear, we posed for the requisite photos and then sped off for a night of sushi, fancy desserts, and sisterly fun.
The next morning was the race, which went unexpectedly well. Sister3 is an awesome pacer and having someone to chat with made the miles slip by less painfully. When we got to the marker for mile 3, where the 5K split off from the half, there was no question. I was continuing!
Things didn't get difficult until mile number 7, and then by 10 I was pretty much wiped and had to walk my way in. But we made decent enough time in the first 8 miles that even walking I had a few minutes to spare before the 3 hour time limit was up.
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| And then I died in the grass |
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| The cutest little S'mores cupcakes! |
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| Multitude of penis straws |
What's the best surprise you've gotten recently? Have you had a bachelorette party? Have you ever seen male strippers?
