My weekend started out with a half day of work on Friday because I headed up to campus and officially became a student again.
I registered for summer classes (11 hours!) and fall classes (18 hours!) I'm pretty much one of the first to register because I'm a super, duper senior considering I have a whole bachelor's degree transferring in. I'm pursuing my teaching certificate which isn't actually a degree program. Just the credentials I need to teach.
Then, the best. thing. ever.

My town has this awesome locally owned little theater and silly me didn't even think about tickets being sold out. So when I got a screaming text from one of the girls two hours before the movie saying I needed to go buy tickets NOW, I changed my mind. The theater was packed, and I have never been to a movie where so many people went to the bathroom/got refills than at this movie.
Saturday happened.
I shopped with my mom.
I love my mom.
I hate shopping.
I love my mom.
I hate shopping.
My little bro is getting married at the end of June.
The dress is perfect and doubles for Easter.
I'm also thinking I need this hat since he's getting married on a farm, outside. (Yes, I put my sunglasses back on just to make sure the hat fit with them.)
At one time in my life I was a shoe fiend. I think I had close to 70 pairs when I was in high school. If I was still a fiend, I would want these:
Since I ran 7 miles, I sat in the tub for 7 minutes.
Then, I decided my run was totally worth it just for breakfast:
The dress is perfect and doubles for Easter.
I'm also thinking I need this hat since he's getting married on a farm, outside. (Yes, I put my sunglasses back on just to make sure the hat fit with them.)
It's my own fascinator |
& these
I'd probably only wear them once and not even come close to using up their worth.
But I'm a runner now and I value my feet and ankles, so I pretty much stick to my sneakers and flats.
le sigh.
Sunday. Oh Sunday. It was my favorite day.
I went out for a 7 mile workout which I was originally going to do as 1 mile warmup-5 miles pace-1 mile cool down.
It sort ended up as 23 second warmup-7 miles pace- around the apartment complex cool down
I finished in 1:01 with splits of:
mile 1 - 8:57 mile 2 - 8:45 mile 3 - 8:50 mile 4 - 8:35 mile 5 - 8:27 mile 6 - 8:41 mile 7 - 8:49
Once I got to mile six, I could feel myself wanting to slow down, so I told myself to finish that mile and the last one could be my cool down. I swear when I started mile 7 I was running at a crawl pace, but when I hit my split timer I ended up still being on pace. I like to think of this training run as my "run with the big girls"
As in, I could probably keep up pace with some of the gals who blogs I read.
Or, I dream I could anyway.
Then I decided since I ran for over an hour, I should probably take part in an ice bath ritual.
So, I filled up my tub with cold water, dumped in the 19 ice cubes I happened to have in my freezer, and threw in an ice pack for good measure.
The lone ice pack. |
The mileage to minutes ratio made sense to me. Plus, I was cold.
I'm working up to longer time spent with the ice. I promise.
Then, I decided my run was totally worth it just for breakfast:
Nutella and PB |
JJ thought so too.
He's a PB fiend.
This weekend was busy, but good. I'm looking forward to my slow increase of mileage over the next few weeks since the Christie Half race is a month away.
Now, it’s time for Castle and bed.
The shoes, oh those darling shoes! Let's see you run in those!
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