Since we last talked, the high I was riding on wore down significantly.
Mizzou football disappointed once again and the Cardinals game was evidence that this will be a long and trying series.
My heart really can’t take this, guys. I’m losing years with every game I watch.
At least this means comfort food is involved.Sort of. Pulled pork nachos are an awesome idea. However, having an entire jar of jalapenos on top may make my stomach want to give out before my heart does…
The nachos were enjoyed and deserved. Not just to make a girl with shattered dreams feel a lil’ better, but also because my running friend and I knocked out a solid 6 miles Saturday morning without any issues at all.
It was his idea. I was just along for the ride. Not quite sure if he’d even show up at 9:00 that morning like he said he would. But he did. And off we went.
The neighborhood was still pretty quiet at that point (really, how many crazies are actually out doing stuff at 9:00 on a saturday morning?). It was mostly just us and the people who own dogs. The fun people (aka- not me) were clearly still sleeping in from the night before.
Normally I stick to running in the Lakeview neighborhood. I know that area relatively well and prefer running through residential streets. This time, we ventured to Bucktown/Wicker Park. Along with the few hipsters doing the walk of shame here and there, I noted about 20 bars/restaurants I have yet to try. This was clearly counterproductive in our efforts of health and fitness.
Anyway… this was yet another run that he claimed to be unprepared for and then ended up sprinting the end. Only to leave me in the dust. Jerk.
There was one trip downtown yesterday. I had errands to run. Unfortunately, my errands had to coincide with the Chicago Marathon.
No spectating for me this year. But I still dealt with the masses of people spilling into the downtown streets.
Even that wasn’t so much of an issue until the ride on the el back home.
I was exhausted and not quite at 100% (Mizzou day games spent at the bars really do a number on this girl). There are people packed into the train like animals. These people ran the marathon. They ran 26 miles in unseasonably warm weather. Not showered. Or even changed.
It was hot. It was smelly. And I was approximately two stops away from nausea getting the better of me.
However, I did eventually perk up. And seeing all the runners made me want to get my carcass up and off of my couch. Nothing like guilting my way into a workout.
The pleasant surprise was that the gym was ridiculously empty on a Sunday night. Not have to wait for a stairmill? Ok… awesome. 20 minutes- check! Watch a little football during a quick 1.5 miles on the treadmill? Check!
Saying I did something more productive than spend the whole day on the couch like the week before?
And now it’s time to get this show on the road. I’ve got a busy but short week of work before peacin’ out of Illinois for an extended weekend.
Don’t get too excited. It’s not anywhere exotic. Unless you consider St. Louis, Missouri to be “exotic”.
If you do, I may laugh.
No offense to St. Louis…