And so it begins.
My crazy schedule/weekend/life.
I write to you this morning with manic fingers as I am about ready to rush out the door with a massive overnight bag that hopefully passengers on the train won’t give me the stink eye for as we cram onboard.
I doubt they would have the patience to listen to my explanation of how I spent extra time last night AND this morning on being as efficient as possible when it comes to clothing/accessory selection. As someone who often packs an outfit for every possible situation imaginable (Wool coat in August? You never know when an end of days scenario may occur. Duh.) into the back of her now nonexistent car with reckless abandon, this is a big win. BIG win.
Especially since all this logic and planning happened late at night after a company social event at the Elvis is Alive 5k.
I almost didn’t go. Sometimes I overextend myself in the racing/social/mid-week plans.
But it was a work event, which will be beneficial because I’m still learning names of people I pass by as I walk to the break room or bathroom or anywhere other than the bubble that is my department.
And Goose Island 312 was served afterwards. WIN.
They also served peanut butter and banana sandwiches in honor of the king. I didn’t participate in such nonsense because I have an aversion to fruit (you know this), but it was a cool nod, nonetheless.
The threat of rain was in the forecast all week. I crossed my fingers and said a few prayers this wouldn’t happen. Who wants to see a bunch of dudes run in wet white jumpsuits? It would be a traumatizing experience for everyone involved. No thank you.
Because it was an untimed 5k, another girl and I paired up and pledged to hit 8-minute miles.
And we did. For the first 2 miles we stayed together and kept EXACTLY at that pace. Not an easy undertaking because of the sticky weather. At the 2nd mile, there was a water stop and she waved me on.
So I finished solo at about 24:20 (they had a clock at the end- even if there aren’t official results).
It’s really cool that my new company does stuff like this together. I hung out with a whole group of people I’m not normally in contact with during the day.
And now I may have to request there be a slip n’ slide at every race I do. Please and thank you.
Anyway… happy Friday, everyone!
After work, I’m shipping out to my beloved suburbs to meet up with Mon and prepare for the bridal shower for our lovely friend Danielle. Which is in another suburb that we will be making the journey to tomorrow. To turn around and road trip our way back into Chicago to wine and dine like bachelorettes generally do. Chicagoland road trip!
Mon also promised to take me to Target. One that isn’t the two-story pain in the ass where you have to load your cart on a conveyor belt and go up and down for items you forgot. Can I get an amen?
Yes. The trip to Target is super exciting for me. Other than consuming food at some point tonight, it will be my only plans. Don’t judge.
Besides, I’m still recovering from Elvis overload. I’m all shook up.