A Weekend Wash

My three-day weekend was a wash, and when I say wash, I literally mean it rained for most of it. 

Friday went mostly as planned...sort of.  I awoke at 5:00 and looked at my clock, which also tells me the temp outside.  It said 50.  I thought that was just about perfect.  I put on my calf-length tights and a long sleeved running shirt, put my hair up and drove to Julie's.  When I got out at Julie's however, the weather felt significantly colder than 50 degrees.  Julie looked at me funny when I walked in.  I said, "It is a cold 50 outside."  She responded, "It isn't 50, it's 37," and showed me the weather on her iphone.  Oops.  She gave me a jacket and we stood there whining about the cold until she said, "We could just have coffee and then drive to meet our people."  Deal.

So we drove to our meeting spot and only the other coaches were there.  We talked to them for a few minutes and then hopped back into our car and went to Kroger for a few groceries before driving back to her house.  We did not run a step and in 37 degrees we were okay with that.

I came home to see Jason off to work and did some chores around the house before heading to Fayetteville. I hung out with Mom and Dad for a bit before Mom and I ran 6 miles.  Dad had his physical therapy appointment and then a doctor's appointment, so we dropped him off at the first and went to look for a giant pot for my pine.  After that I drove home, stopping at Lowe's on the way for potting soil.

Saturday was a total wash - literally.  I awoke to storms, which was extremely pleasant so I lounged in bed until 8:30 (which, for me, is extreme sleeping in).  Jason made pancakes and I made coffee and the lounging continued...and continued...and continued.  But in my defense, so did the rain outside.  It was fun despite not getting to run, and I knew I would probably benefit from the rest.

Sunday I made plans with Shannon and Kristi to run 10 miles after church.  This plan came to fruition and I had a wonderful, albeit chilly run with them.  We ran 10 at 9:15 pace, climbing some pretty mean hills in Shannon's neighborhood toward the end.  I felt good, except for a few aches and pains from a body that did not move much the previous day.

I stopped by the grocery store on my way home and stocked up for the week.  Then came home and ate some cheerios with some banana added in before spending some much needed time on the foam roller.  I couldn't bear it very long so I soon gave up and hopped into a blissfully hot shower. 

So the entire weekend consisted of only 16 miles and zero yard work.  It did contain a lot of relaxing, resting and rejuvenating though, so I'm not really complaining.  Just explaining what really happened.