It’s Monday and–for the first time in a while–I was excited and ready to go when I woke up this morning. “Why,” you ask? I applied to register for the Boston Marathon this morning! Woohoo! One step closer. Now the waiting begins. Hopefully I’ll find out if my application is accepted on Thursday. You, dear readers, will be among the first to hear if I’m in.
For now, though, I’m all about recapping my crazy-busy weekend. I’m linking up with Tara (aka the Link-Up Hostess with the Mostess) at Running ‘n’ Reading again for this weekend update. Please check out her blog!
As indicated by the title of this post, this weekend was one for the record books. Friday night was the only quiet period for the weekend, when we met up with friends at the pool for the last pool dinner of the summer. Our pool closed yesterday and it’s finally sinking in that the summer is almost over.
Saturday started out with my long run for the week, an 8-miler, the longest I’ve run since the SeaWheeze last month. I took it easier to start because my left hip flexor has been talking to me again, and I don’t want to push it and cause it to become painful again.
My first few miles were pretty slow and I tried to avoid steeper hills to avoid aggravating my hip. I ran by the University of Puget Sound and wanted to run in the track for a lap or 2, but it was closed to the public, so all I could do was take a photo.
I ended up running close to the last 2 miles of my run at my marathon pace (about 8:30/mile) or close to it. Man alive was it rough! My hip flexor felt fine but I could definitely feel my body working harder than it has in a long time. I can’t believe I ran my marathon just a few months ago at roughly that pace.
In the end, I ended up running the 8.23 miles at an average 9:39/mile pace, which isn’t too shabby.
After running, it was a whirlwind of activity as I took the kids shopping for a friend’s birthday present at Target, which of course ended up being a much more expensive venture than originally anticipated, and resulted in at least one argument with my son, who of course wanted a toy. After that, we hurried home to get my son ready for his soccer game and my daughter ready for her ballet rehearsal, and then we were off to my son’s first soccer game of the season and I hadn’t even yet had a chance to shower and was still wearing my running clothes. Ewww.
After the game it was hurry-scurry to pick up my daughter after her rehearsal, then to the grocery store to purchase to buy tape to wrap the friend’s birthday present, then back home to get ready for the piece de résistance of the weekend: the Katy Perry concert.
My daughter of course was excited as all get-out because she’s a huge Katy Perry fan and she’d been waiting for the concert since her springtime birthday, when we gave her the tickets as her present. She and her friend made some adorable fan-girl t-shirts for the concert.
I was less enthused about the concert and approached it with a cynical, “I’m the mom so I have to be here”-attitude, which wasn’t necessarily fair. We had a nice sushi dinner before with our friends and having a couple glasses of white wine helped break down my resistance a tad.
Before we knew it, though (OMG OMG OMG), it was time to go to the concert (OMG OMG OMG). We arrived at the Tacoma Dome while the opening act, Tegan and Sarah, was playing. And I honestly can’t get over the fact that they’re a pop band and not an indie band anymore.
When Katy Perry came on stage my daughter was totally awestruck. It was adorable. And I have to admit–Katy Perry won me over with the fact that she sang and danced her ass off for 2+ hours. No lip syncing whatsoever. That lady works for her money!
And she’s somewhat clairvoyant, because she knew what I was up to before the concert:
Sunday was not a day of rest for us, either. Per our family tradition, we went to the huge Washington State Fair in Puyallup (pronounced “Pew-AL-up”) on a day the Seahawks were playing in an effort to avoid crowds. We arrived later than usual and ended up battling masses of people for the next few hours.
After the Fair, we went to my in-laws’ house for an Italian dinner made by my mother-in-law, who recently came home from a European tour (in the classic sense–she’s not Diana Ross or anything). It was the perfect wrap-up for an active weekend.
…And now I’m out of breath. As fun as it was I hope next weekend passes with a more relaxed pace.
How was your weekend? Do you prefer staying busy or keeping it mellow? Did you have an easy or difficult time easing into Monday?