Stuff and Things

Alright, I think I have finally pulled myself out of the depression that comes from admitting injury and dropping out of a race, so I’m back. I’ve also finally accepted that ignoring the pain in my hip for over a month hasn’t helped it get any better, so I’m actually calling a doctor today. Womp, womp. If my first broken bone ends up being my hip, at age (almost) 29 you can expect an endless amount of old age jokes. In order to avoid the sulking that would have come with staying in DC for the weekend while the race was going on, I got the hell out-of-town and headed to a place that always makes me happy.

hburgGood old Harrisonburg, Va, home of JMU. It was a great decision, because there’s nothing more I enjoy than outdoor day drinking even if we were pretending it was about 15 degrees warmer than it actually was. There was a variety of drinking games played and lots of cornhole. (Sidenote: if you need some awesome cornhole bags, my friend makes these  and you can get them in your team/school’s colors, also pictured above). I also discovered the gloriousness that is the Moscow Mule that weekend, and have declared them my drink of the summer. Now if someone wants to buy me some copper mugs to drink out of… I’d be ok with that.

This past weekend I hit up DC Beerfest at Nationals Park with a group of my friends, pictures above under my Instagram feed, and it was a perfect day for it. As is usually par for the course with day drinking in the sun and heat, I was home and in bed at 11 pm. Don’t mind me and my broken hip, I’m just busy being old.

That’s about all I have to say today. Ok, bye.

 

xoxo

 

The Weather is as Drunk as I Was

So I ended up bailing out of my interval run last Wednesday night when my hip started hurting 1.3 miles into it. I took Thursday – Monday completely off and hopped on a treadmill tonight to slowly ease into a run and see how I felt. The verdict? 3.12 miles in 30 minutes without any popping/grinding in my right hip whenever I landed on that foot, so we’ll call it a success for now. We’ll see how I feel tomorrow. I’ve decided that if I can’t do the runs I need to do this week that I’m probably going to have to pull out of Cherry Blossom on April 6, keep your fingers crossed for me that it doesn’t come to that.

I had a fabulous weekend that mainly revolved around the 3rd annual St. Paddy’s “Kegs” and Eggs Party that my roommates and I started throwing back in 2012. The party starts at breakfast time and goes until the last person passes out. It’s always a delightfully drunken time where people in their late 20s and 30s try to pretend they’re still in college, and we once again seriously lucked out with the weather, especially after this winter. 70 and sunny, FTW!

Friends!

My shirt says “I Can’t Keep Calm I’m Irish” because… duh

We had some college buddies come in from out-of-town, which is always fun, because who doesn’t still love a big sleepover? I woke up on Sunday at 5:45 am, hurting, because someone (ahem it was not me) could not remember how their night ended and wanted me to tell them. This person is lucky I kind of like them, or I might have murdered them, or thrown up on them (ironically enough this almost happened a few hours later anyway, oops). There was more sleep to be had eventually, thank the lord. LUCKILY (read that with all the sarcasm) it started snowing on Sunday night and when I woke up on Monday morning there was about 10 inches on the ground so I got another day in the house to recover.

there were only clues left that it was nice enough to party outside the day before

there were only clues left that it was nice enough to party outside the day before

a sad, snow covered flip cup table

a sad, snow-covered flip cup table

If it snows one more time, I’m cashing in my frequent flier miles and heading to Mexico. Who’s coming with me?

 

 

Oh, we met on the Internet

Way back in the day, when it was 2009 and I was still in my early 20s, I started this blog because I was pretty damn bored living at home, and it seemed like fun. No one read for a while, but then I started getting comments, and Amy was one of the first to comment. Maybe even the first? Who can remember that far back. Anyway, it was an instant soul-mate connection and I’ve since been to Chicago three times to play, she’s come to DC, we’ve been each other’s wedding dates, and traveled to Boston together. Prior to our first IRL meeting, my then boyfriend was convinced she was a serial killer, and I’m really glad she turned out not to be… even if our story of how we met is “prison pen pals”.

I had the most fabulous time in Chicago over the weekend, despite the cold I think March is an awesome time to go because no one does St. Patty’s like Chicago. Sorry, Boston I’ve never been for your festivities but I think I’m still partial to Chi-town. Yes I’m aware the actual holiday isn’t until Monday, but the city was getting itself ready anyway. My flight arrived at noon on Friday, and Amy and I had grand plans to tackle a lake-front run together. However, I am old and brittle and after running 4 miles on Tuesday evening and 5.5 on Wednesday I was feeling a somewhat scary pain in my hip that hurt to stand, walk, and move. The run was put on hold in favor of window shopping on Michigan Ave, and we still managed to squeeze in about 9,000 steps in a few hours.

Eventually we decided it was a socially acceptable hour to have a cocktail, so up to the top of the Hancock Building we went for a $15 glass of wine with complimentary views of the city.

Since this winter has been absolute frigid, the Great Lakes are like 90% ice-covered and flying into the city over Lake Michigan looked like you were actually about to touch down in Antarctica somewhere. After our drink, we headed back to our hotel for the night (the Hyatt off Michigan Ave) where we drank more wine and got ready for dinner. I had one request food wise while in Chicago and it was deep dish. Now, I’m traditionally a New York style pizza girl, but man I do love some deep dish every once in a while.

because pizza that pretty deserves a photograph

I ate three pieces, because I am disgusting and have no self-control, but it was worth the stomach ache I had after. Predictably we were both ready for non-restricting pants and our comfy beds after this, and after traveling all morning plus the time change I had no complaints about calling it a somewhat early night.

Amy and I both early risers, so we were up and ready to go on Saturday laughably early. Like we were at Millennium Park at 9 am early. Fine by me, beat the crowds and got some fun pictures in. You should try dragging your suitcase through the city as it’s snowing, it adds some resistance training to your walk.

Chicago River

Our weekend of un-healthy living continued with a pre- St. Patrick’s Day pub crawl which involved a lot of $3 Miller Lites and fried appetizers (I’m on a serious detox right now, lol jk I had wine last night). It was a perfect weekend, and if anything just not long enough. I can’t wait to go back when it’s warm and drag Amy on the architecture tour with me.

sister wives <3

Oh, and I arrived home in DC to sunny skies and 55 degree temperatures. Madison was kind enough to pick me up from the airport.

Workouts this week? Three miles on Monday to test out my achy hip, felt a little off still but no pain so fingers crossed it was just a strained muscle. Elliptical and core work yesterday, interval run tonight.

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