Last night was a blast! But before I get into the crazy details, I should outline my run from the morning. My training schedule had me doing 2 miles but I decided to do 3 since I skipped my run on Thursday because of a retirement party. Mile 1...no problem. I walked for about 30 seconds then started up again. Mile 2...I swear a group of turtles passed me but I made it. It was part way into mile 2 that I felt the need to go to the bathroom. Normally I would push through but it was (TMI moment) a number 2. I was like, ok, you're almost home. You can do this. Nope, mile 3 was a walking mile. Had I kept running, I would have been one of those marathon runners who just let's go and doesn't care. #1, I was not running a marathon so there was no need for it, and #2, that's just gross.
The rest of the day was spent getting ready for Glenn's birthday party. Glenn started drinking at about 2:30. For those of you who know him, you're not shocked. He wasn't completely hammered by the time everyone showed up but he was feeling pretty good. When I turned 30, I was 6 weeks pregnant with Rowan so I didn't even get to thoroughly enjoy my party so I took advantage of Glenn's 30th. I think I sucked down about 7 beers over the course of the evening. I was feeling pretty good by the time I went to bed last night. Glenn, on the other hand, decided to polish off a 64 oz. growler AFTER he had already consumed a bunch of Captain and several beers. He passed out without taking his pants off and was, as one would expect, hungover this morning.
Today was low key, which was nice. I had to do 30 minutes of cross training so we took Rowan for a bike ride tonight. At one point I had to remind Glenn that I was not qualifying for the Olympics, just out for a semi-leisurely ride.
I'm starting something new. Each week I'm going to give myself a goal whether it be eating the correct number of servings of fruits and veggies each day or only eating out once a week. My first goal: not drinking pop this week. This may kill me. Diet Coke is my one vice that I usually can't live without. I tried going without when I first found out I was pregnant but I had awful headaches. My doctor was the one who told me that to cure it, drink a Diet Coke. How could I not listen to her?
So this week, if I'm bitchy, cranky, irritable, you know, any word that describes someone who just gave up one of their favorite things in the world, please forgive me. Hey, at least I was nice enough to warn you.
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