a Mother's Day weekend recap
What I did:
- Friday night was kind of a blur. Since it was an Indy work day, I was sleepy and became more or less a bump on the log for the entire evening. After a quick cat nap, Clay and I made a
run to Wal-mart to pick up baking supplies from Mother's Day, but then I parked my butt on the couch and didn’t move until it was time for bed. We watched Thirteen Ghosts and I consequently dreamt about THIS all night:
- I'm starting to forget what it's like to have a weekend with nothing to do. Saturday we spent the entire day with some much-need spring cleaning
and laundry. We didn’t even sleep in past 10:00 o’clock, but once we were
done with the last of our chores, we were scratching our heads and wondering
where the day went. Exhausted, we cleaned ourselves up and bee-lined back to Sweet
Grass so I could gorge myself on the pimento mac n’ cheese I’d been lusting
after since we went with Dan and Emily last Monday. And guess what? It was just
as cheesy and amazing as I remembered it.
We sat outside and it was dark, so it's not the best photo ever.
But you get the idea! Cheese is my mistress!
- On a positive note, I came to the conclusion that my shorter hair is much
more manageable than my long, scraggily hair ever was. I did virtually
nothing to it on Saturday night before Clay's and my dinner date, but it
still looked better than it ever did when I used to battle my longer
strands with a curling iron.
Yeah, this is vain.
- Sunday morning, Clay and I parted ways to visit our respective mothers and I spent the day up north with my mom and sister celebrating Mother’s Day. The three of us gals sat on my mom’s deck, drinking beer and enjoying the sunshine with our doggies. And I think I enjoyed the sunshine a little too much because I am positively fried today. The entire time I sat outside I kept saying, “It’s so beautiful out today. I’m glad I wore a tank top so I could get some sun on my shoulders!” But I didn’t really get sun on my shoulders so much as I got hot coals and burning embers on them. And I stupidly wore gray to work today which only seemed to emphasize how lobster red my arms and chest are.
What I ran:
I decided to be impress Clayton with my rare ability to be thrifty and
purchased a new pair of running shoes this past week from Kohl’s. I am probably
about 500 miles overdue for new shoes, and I’m afraid my beloved Brooks only
have a few more good runs in them before the bottoms completely wear away and I’m
left with shin splints. Brooks stopped making their Defyance 4 model since coming out
with the Defyance 5 earlier this year, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to make the commitment
to buying such an expensive pair of shoes that I wasn’t even sure I would like.
So I took a 30% off coupon to Kohl’s and ended up purchasing a pair of gray and
lime green Asics Gel Blur 33. I’ve had less than stellar luck with Asics in the past
(the toe box is never roomy enough), but these puppies felt amazingly roomy on
my feet in the store! Plus, I was totally into the idea of the shoes being
marked down to $60 PLUS an extra 30% (making the purchase total about $60 cheaper
than my Brooks).
Don't be deceived by how cute they are.
THESE ARE SHOES OF DEATH.
That is, I was optimistic until I started bleeding everywhere. I’m not sure what happened, but the back of the shoe rubbed on my ankle bone so much that the area became a chaffed, bleeding mess (although I am no stranger to chaffing). I powered through the pain (like a boss), but by the time I finished my run (7 miles in 57:51. An 8:16 min/mile pace! Woohoo!), I was limping. I had to take off my shoe just to walk the 30 feet to my car. Not to mention I developed a nice blister on the insides of both of my feet because the shoes are much more narrow than I’m used to.
Fail. An epic fail.
For all of you new runners out there, you totally get what you pay for in terms of running shoes. Let my bleeding, blistered feet be a lesson to you—quality running shoes are definitely worth the investment. I’m going to clean up the shoes as best as I can and take them straight back to the store.
- Sunday I had an easy 3 mile recovery run, but since the back of my ankle was still an open wound from the previous day, I had to stop several times to readjust my Band-Aid. It ended up being a frustrating run simply because I couldn’t get my feet comfortable (despite the fact that I was wearing my Brooks).
What I baked/cooked:
- I got my inner dessert chef ON this weekend! In honor of
Mother’s Day, I tackled the task of making yummy treats for both the mammas in
my life and let me tell you, I had a blast in the kitchen on Friday night
testing out almond bark for the first time! Since my gas stove basically sucks
and gets hotter than the dickens almost instantly, I inevitably burned the first few bars of
white chocolate almond bark and had to discreetly wash the remnants down the
drain. Feeling wiser, I opted to use the microwave the second time around and
had instant success melting down the candied chocolate. I dipped several
pretzel rods into the sugary goodness before laying them gently on wax paper to
cool and coat with sprinkles. In less than a half hour I had two jars of
chocolate-dipped pretzels to present to my mother-in-law and grandmother.
- On Saturday afternoon I blocked out several hours of time to
bake my mother’s absolute favorite dessert—banana nut cake with whipped cream
frosting. Now, I’m a huge fan of bananas, nuts, and anything pertaining to the
words “whipped cream”, but I’d never attempted to make any of these things on
my own. I’ve made a few different kinds of homemade icing in my day, but
nothing that is remotely comparable to the whipped cream frosting that I made
this weekend. It is by far, the creamiest, lightest icing you could ever imagine
and for being made mostly of whipping cream, it’s incredibly sturdy. Clay and I
all but swam in the mixing bowl.
Mmmm!How was your weekend?