The weekend where all I ate was halloween candy

I’m dead serious.

This weekend could easily go down in history as the weekend when I did nothing but lay around the house, watch Dirty Dancing (twice!) and eat Halloween candy. And guess what? It was glorious!!!

Chris was on a work trip and with him went my camera so you get to enjoy my talents with the iphone.

Friday was rather traumatic as I had to pick Chance up from the vet after he had surgery to remove a skin tag (gross). Everything went perfectly normal except he was super drugged up on morphine and I opted to spend my Friday afternoon working from home with a 90lb dog snuggled up by my side on the couch (which never happens but the guy had stitches so what can you do?). Pretty sure we stayed there until we went to bed (except for the time I got up and moved the bowl of Halloween candy right next to me).

Saturday I stayed in my jammies until around 2 and then cleaned the house, rode the spin bike for an hour (while watching Stepmom – um, do not try to workout while crying. There were a few moments where I seriously couldn’t catch my breath) and hit up Nordstrom rack from some new work clothes and Petsmart for toys for Chance (which he promptly tore up). And ate more Halloween candy.

And then I came home and watched the Beav game. Yay. Beavs win. And then I found Dirty Dancing on TV and watched it. Love. Favorite movie ever. It will never get old to me.

I woke up Sunday, ate breakfast and hopped on the spin bike again and low and behold, Dirty Dancing was on again!!! Count my lucky stars. I spent 45 minutes watching Johnny and Baby have the time of their lives and the best part was this must have been the special 25 year anniversary version because there were actually scenes that were new to me. NEW! I have every line in this movie memorized so it was like an early Christmas present or something to see new scenes. Now I feel like I need to buy that version to go along with my other version.

And then I picked Chris up at the airport. Went grocery shopping, walked Chance (awesome, warm, fall night) and ate pizza (but did not eat Halloween candy!).

There you go. My weekend. Riveting I’m sure. I gained 5 pounds and want to take dancing lessons but it was great. Especially since things are about to get nutty with a 3 day work-week, PTO in San Francisco straight to some work meetings in Atlanta.

Giddyup.

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The anti Hood to Coast weekend

So this weekend I was supposed to run Hood To Coast but if you recall from here, I decided to listen to my body, particularly my knees, and sit this year out.  And guess what?  It sucked.   No matter how much I tried to tell myself that it was for the best, that I got to have a nice relaxing weekend at home, that I didn’t have to share stinky port-o-potties with thousands of strangers, that I got to sleep in my own bed instead of the hard ground in Mist, it didn’t matter.  I didn’t feel better for staying home. I felt sad. Every time I opened up Facebook, Instagram or Twitter, there it was.  My husband and my friends…out there running 197 miles from Mt. Hood to downtown Portland to St. Helen’s, to Mist, to Astoria, to Seaside.

That girl on the left, that was my spot.  And when they all stopped over at the house Friday night after their first leg to shower I pretended I was ok.  Told everyone I was loving having a nice night in.  That I wasn’t envious of their next leg because your second leg was always the worst.  Lies.  I so desperately wanted to be out there because no matter how much that middle of the night run sucked, the 3rd leg made up for it.  That last leg that you run on autopilot and fumes because you know when you’re done with it, it’s over.  You did it.  And that incredible sense of accomplishment and teamwork at the end, at the beach, more than make up for whatever pain/stress/lack of sleep/stomach ailments and blisters that preceded it.

I missed Hood to Coast.

But instead, this is what I did:

Made jam.

Came up with a new smoothie recipe.

White Chocolate Peanut Butter Blackberry Banana Smoothie

  • 1/4 frozen banana
  • 1/2 cup frozen blackberries
  • 2 tablespoons white chocolate peanut butter
  • 1 cup spinach
  • 1 & 1/2 cup unsweetened vanilla almond milk

Tried a new breakfast.

Spicy eggs & veggies

  • 2 eggs + 2 egg whites
  • 1 cup spinach
  • 1 cup chopped red, orange & yellow peppers

Microwave for 3 minutes.  Top with Frank’s Hot Sauce

Read books.

Watched my favorite movie.

And worked out.

  • Saturday: levels 3, 2, & 1 of Jillian’s Ripped in 30
  • Sunday: 45 minute slow jog on the treadmill

All in all, certainly not a bad weekend.  And if it was on any other weekend I would have been stoked.  Almost 2 full days all to myself.  To do absolutely nothing.  But the fact that it had to happen on a weekend where I really wanted to be doing something else somewhere else was tough.

Chris and I talked about it when he got home and he suggested I try running it one more time next year.  That I take leg 4 (which is the only leg I think I could do because it has the longest run 1st), that I listen to my body and that I fully decide at the end of next year if I really am done for good. But it’s not even that I need to try one more time to see if I can do it. I know I could do it.  It’s me, having to decide if one year from now it will really be worth it to have to start all over. Again.  To have to go back to physical therapy, to quit running for months, be in pain when I walk up and down stairs. To spend every “cardio” day on the bike.  Instead of where I am this year.  Where I will actually be able to enjoy a couple runs in the fall.  To only have to go to acupuncture once a month instead of once a week.  To be able to do lunges.

Who am I kidding.  Watching the leaves change color while you run is overrated.  The bike’s not that bad.  And side leg series in pilates tones your butt just as good as any lunge could.  Now that I know what it’s like not running Hood To Coast, you can be sure that if we get a team for 2013 I’ll be on it :)