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.
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.
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.
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…