I seriously had THE BEST weekend, guys. It really didn’t start off all that great. I was in a LOUSY mood when I left the office on Friday. It was just a rotten week. So many negative things going on in the world and in the lives of some people close to me, and that kind of stuff just really takes its toll on me. I try really hard to not let it, but such is the life of an empath. (If you have time, read this article. I always thought I was just weird, but this describes me to a T! Turns out there’s a name for me after all!)
After coming home I was able to decompress a bit and ended up enjoying a night in with the hubs with takeout and the DVR. I mean REALLY, how can anyone be in a bad mood while watching Chrisley Knows Best?
Saturday morning, the plan was to get up early to run to beat the heat. Yeah, that didn’t happen. I got up before 6, but it was already miserable out there, so I kind of figured “what’s the point?” I decided to wait a little bit. Yes, I knew it would get a little warmer, but I wanted to let the humidity drop a bit.
Those screen shots were taken exactly an hour apart–before I left the house to go to the track and as I was getting back in my truck afterwards. It was sheer misery. I loved every second. Bonus: I hit my goal pace for every 400 but the last one. By the last one I was D-O-N-E. I think that’s how you know it was a good track session, right? 😉
The I came home and took the dogs for a walk to try to tire them out because they were going to be staying in boarding that night since their sitter was out of town too. (This is the third time in a row we’ve planned out of town stuff at the same time and been unable to dog-sit for each other!). But these poor kids just can’t handle the heat though. They get too hot long before they truly get tired. They’re dragging ass by the end of a short walk (especially Harley, bless his heart), but as soon as they get inside and get cooled off they’re back up to speed. I miss the fall/winter/spring days of long walks and tired doggies! And fewer bugs. UGH. I found three ticks on our ritual after-walk tick check–two on Harley, one on me.
After getting showered and eating a quick lunch, it was time to hit the road. A four-hour drive to see a ballgame then a four-hour drive home? Yep, that’s how we do date night around here! haha
We both wished that we’d planned for a hotel stay rather than driving home in soaking wet sweaty clothes. It still felt like almost 100 even after 10 pm!
That 2:30 am shower felt sooooooooooo goooooooooood.
Sunday morning the boarding place called bright and early. They’re not open on Sundays, but they allow pickups if you’ll come while they’re there throughout the day for walks and potty breaks, so I asked them to call me when they were there for their first one. I couldn’t go back to sleep after I got back home, so most of Sunday was just spent reading, lounging around with the pups, and doing all those domesticated wifely things. Perfection.
Between the car ride up Saturday and reading Sunday morning, I’m about to knock this one out. It’s another one my sister loaned me insisting that I’d like it. I was afraid it would be too sci-fi for me, but it’s not at all! It’s really very, very good.
From the back cover: “Six days ago, astronaut Mark Watney became one of the first people to walk on Mars. Now he’s sure he’ll be the first person to die there. After a dust storm forces his crew to evacuate the planet while thinking him dead, Mark finds himself stranded on Mars’s surface, with no way to signal Earth that he’s alive. And even if he could get word out, his supplies would be gone years before a rescue could arrive. Chances are, though, Mark won’t have time to starve to death. The damaged machinery, unforgiving environment, or plain old “human error” are much more likely to kill him first. Armed with nothing but his ingenuity, his engineering skills–and a gallows sense of humor that proves to be his greatest source of strength–Mark embarks on a dogged quest to stay alive. But will his resourcefulness be enough to overcome the impossible odds against him?”
Trust me, it’s good. Two thumbs up from a very anti-sci-fi girl.
I had planned on running in the evening, but I just felt zapped. I don’t know if it was the four hours sleep, just being out in the sun and heat so much Saturday, still dehydrated (many beers and only one bottle of water at the game), or what, but I was just not feelin’ it at all by Sunday evening when I’d planned to run. So ya know what? I put on some yoga pants, plopped my butt back on the couch, and didn’t give myself one ounce of crap about it. The run will always still be there tomorrow.
I’m linking up with Tara for the usual weekend update roundup!