This weekend I felt like I was moving nonstop, constantly going from one place to another with a to-do list three miles long. I really hate weekends where I feel like I am always doing something but nothing actually gets done. The last few days have definitely been in that category.
I kicked off the weekend with a pretty exciting trip to the grocery store with the 5 year old. Man, does life get any better than grocery shopping on a Friday night? I really don’t need an answer.
On Saturday, I met up with a new group for my long run. I’m not entirely sure how I found out about this one, probably from Facebook or more likely Twitter, the only true source of information these days. It was a good run, with good people…but it was kind of not all at the same time. The meeting time was 8:00, and we didn’t actually start the run until closer to 8:30. I am all for socializing and the chit chat that comes with group runs, but I am the kind of person who gets there early to do that and a run should start within 10 minutes of the set time. Maybe I was just crabby because I had so much to do.
We split up into different distances and all was well for a while. I was hoping to run near a 10 minute pace, easy and comfortable without pushing my IT band and hamstring (have I mentioned that my hamstring has started being a jerk too?), and everyone in the group was aiming for the same pace. We clocked our first mile at 9:30. Um, what? I can’t hold that for 8-9 miles these days without my right leg screaming at me, and it was mentioned that we did need to slow down. But we didn’t. The next few miles were all below 9:30 and by mile 5 I decided I was done. I broke off from the group and made my way back to my car about a mile away. I was definitely cranky from not getting my full miles in. Part of that was we got a later start than I wanted, so I was already thinking I might need to bail on the run due to time.
I raced home and took the words fastest shower before heading North to look into a craigslist listing. I’ve been on the hunt for an inexpensive bike, just something I can ride around the neighborhood with Tysen. I found a listing from a thrift store selling a dozen or so bikes, all under $30. I’m
cheap frugal, so that was right in my price range. I picked up a beautiful purple 15 speed mountain bike for an easy $18. EIGHTEEN DOLLARS people! That’s like two iced coffees from Starbucks. After spending an hour on it I have now decided I need a road bike. I will be accepting donations and I am thinking I need a tip jar on my desk.
I spent a few hours on Sunday prepping food for the next two weeks, getting meals made and put in the freezer in an attempt to not be stressed out every night after work. I wouldn’t call it full on Once a Month Cooking (obviously, since I only did two week’s worth), but at least I did some planning.
And this was a whole post full of nothing! See how exciting my life is? I know you’re jealous.
How was your weekend? Have you found any good deals on craigslist?