After this weekend, I realized that I don’t have any friends who aren’t big into eating. The foundation of all my friendships is eating. Even my athletic sporty healthy friends, they are always ready to throw down some cookie dough at any opportunity. I don’t even know what I would do with someone who wanted to go eat a salad then go hiking or something. Ewww. Why would we want to do that???? Look what we could do instead:
We even planned ahead and ordered the biggest pizza option so we would have leftovers for after the bar. I’m not sure if we should be ashamed or proud.
Things started off a bit rocky early on Saturday morning thanks to the sweet sounds of J.Lo and loud traffic blaring into my bedroom. I completely forgot that the Beach to Bay marathon finish line was right in front of my apartment. Guess the 547 port-a-potties they set up on Friday should have been a clue. Since traffic had been redirected around my apartment because of the race, we spent most of Saturday trapped at my apartment.
With the assistance of alcohol and Cheez-Its, we were able to enjoy the finish line entertainment from the comfort of my pool. There has never been a moment over the past five years that I have been sad to miss out on that race. It was about 100% humidity and 85 degrees by 9 am, that does not sound enjoyable in the least.
Watching people stagger in from that race has probably sealed my decision to not run another marathon. I have zero desire to do that again. Although, I actually decided to dedicate more effort to running starting this week. I actually miss it. Also, running four miles a week just isn’t really cutting it in the managing stress and getting in shape departments. You win running, you win.
After recovering from the pool with a nap, we headed out for pizza and some nightlife.
Maggie was determined to have a drink by the water, so I took to Harrison’s Landing which is on a floating dock at the T-Heads downtown. It is really disorienting to drink there because the dock was constantly moving. It made me feel drunk even though I hadn’t finished my first drink. It wasn’t a good feeling. Shortly after sunset, we were back at my apartment and in bed with the pizza. That turned out to be an excellent decision after all.
I was so worn out from all that eating and not staying out late that I was barely able to stay awake for Game of Thrones on Sunday night. Digesting is exhausting.
Now back to the real world of more exercise and less pizza since I’d really like to be able to fit in at least one pair of my shorts when the weather hits 100.