Happy Easter everyone! It’s been a good weekend for me, though I kind of feel like a slug for not working out.
On Friday night, Boyfriend and I went to dinner and had a long talk that has made me so confident and happy in the relationship – it’s really exciting for me to have things going so well. On Saturday, we spent the morning together and then I spent the afternoon being productive – doing my laundry, cleaning out some of my drawers (my running stuff now takes up three drawers of my dresser), cleaning up my room, catching up on some TV, preparing for Easter brunch, etc. Later that night, my mom came into the city and Boyfriend and I took her to this great Greek restaurant, Kefi, for dinner and a belated birthday celebration.
This morning, we woke up for 8 AM Easter Mass, and then headed directly to Popover Cafe so I could break Lent with the best bread of all: a popover with strawberry butter. Mom and Boyfriend chose the coconut-crusted French toast as their entrees, but I opted for the healthier option of a crepe stuffed with roasted apples, pears, currents, brown sugar, and sour cream. I do realize that’s not remotely healthy either, but at least it didn’t sit in my stomach like the French toast has done when I’ve gotten it in the past (no matter how delicious it is at the time). God, I missed bread so much! I’m sure that adding it back into my diet will mean a massive weight gain, but while I miss things like brunch foods, pizza, and the bread basket at dinner, I have little to no interest in sandwiches anymore, so maybe that small change will help.
After breakfast, Mom and I went down to Times Square to attempt to get rush tickets to In the Heights, but didn’t get them, so we opted to hit up Macy’s and Bed Bath and Beyond to check out the registry for my brother’s upcoming wedding and try to figure out gifts (didn’t decide yet though). Next, it was off to my apartment to eat the Australian lamb stew and mushroom and sausage mini quiches I had prepped… and then I crashed. Boyfriend went off to work, Mom and I watched TV for a bit, and I tried to keep myself awake.
When Mom left at 5 PM, I had planned to try to do my long run (about 3 hours / 20 miles), but I am just wiped out. I ate so much this weekend and I feel gross, but I just have no interest in going for a long run. This is especially unfortunate in light of my decision yesterday to run the Charlottesville Marathon next weekend and get my 50 state goal back on track.
After seeing how easy my 14 mile run was last weekend, I’m really curious to see how well I can do in a full marathon after not running for two months. My comeback was going to be on the 25th at the Country Music Marathon in Nashville, but Boyfriend has said he’ll do the half marathon if I run it with him, so my time isn’t necessarily going to be representative of my abilities – I just want to stick with him and support him to the finish before continuing on with the second half. Also, I’ve heard that the Biggest Liar is running Nashville, so I’m hoping to find him in the crowd and get to meet him. If I do find him, I haven’t decided if I’ll be nice and friendly and helpful, or if I want to be indignant about how he insulted real marathoners by cheating and lying about it and pretending he did it. If I do find him, you can bet I’m going to stick with him to the finish and
catch a ride make sure there are no vans “helping” him this time.
Anyone else running Charlottesville or Nashville? Any thoughts on whether it’s a stupid idea for me to attempt them both, with no training? Or any advice on what to say to Dane if I get to meet him? I love comments!