Productive Spin

Just another manic Monday.

I wish it was Sunday.

Cause that’s my fun day.

Even though it was totally a run day.

That’s where The Bangles and I differ.

After dinner and dancing on Friday, I was pooped and worthless on Saturday. Which was fine. It was rainy and gross. The roommate and I assumed our positions on the sectional and were content with watching chick flicks all night.

The only thing in Red Box that wasn’t a “straight to DVD” or already seen by yours truly? A Dora the Explorer dvd of some variety and The Vow.

At least with Dora, I may have learned a few educational tid bits. With The Vow, I got to drool a little over Channing Tatum. And that was about it. The movie was “cute”, but nothing ground breakingly amazing.

Now I’m just dehydrated and out $1.20.

However, it paved the way for a productive lil’ Sunday. Or it could be considered that way if you spin it correctly.

Sleeping in was productive because I caught up on necessary sleep.

Eating pancakes is considered productive when they’re used to nourish a solid 4-mile run.

Peanut butter is one of my favorite things. Pancakes are another one of my favorite things. Weekends are another one of my favorite things. This was the only natural thing to do…

The run was nothing out of the ordinary. I always enjoy early weekend runs (early being 9ish) because there aren’t that many people up yet and I can zig and zag around the neighborhood in peace.

Sure does beat the gym.

I wasn’t so lucky with the crowds when it was time to hit Michigan Avenue. That’s to be expected, though. Shopping was productive because I pretended walking up and down Michigan was my “cool down” from the earlier run. That and I found a few things that won’t make me a social outcast in the coming summer months that can also double as office wear. Always a good thing. Even if my bank account doesn’t agree.

Eating was productive because I made use of many “almost expired but not quite” things in my refrigerator/pantry. Especially efficient on this particular day because I may have cut into my grocery budget to also help cover my retail adventure.

Pizza sounded delicious, but this was the closest thing I could come up with. We have a surplus of tortillas and I’m still having an affair with my roommate’s quesadilla maker.

Even with the growing obsession over the quesadilla maker, the roommate and I always manage to over buy tortillas. So along with the expired tortilla, I also cleaned out the pepperoni bought on a whim, black olives and mushrooms that have spent too much time in tupperware, and cheese that neither my roommate or I could 100% claim to have bought.

Pizza quesadilla? I may be on to something here…

The salad accompanying my pizza quesadilla looked a little sad. The lettuce was a day or two past its prime. I pretended not to notice.

See? My Sunday was SUPER productive. It all just depends on how you spin it.

Now if only I would have finished that laundry…