wet, hot American 4th of July recap

Thursday, July 05, 2012

Hello, hello! How was everyone's 4th of July holiday? (Or, if you're reading from another country, how was your typical Wednesday?) My day off was so lovely and so amazing, I think I might actually have a 4th July hangover. The drinking was minimal—I enjoyed a Fat Tire next to the pool and a whiskey and Diet with my dinnerbut I feel so out it today you'd think I was doing keg stands and practicing karate in the garage all night.

I woke up at about 8 o'clock yesterday morning (ludicrous on a day off, I know) and enjoyed a bowl of cereal before driving out to the trail. I wanted to start my run around 9 in order to dodge the heat, but by the time I put on my tennis shoes, it was already almost 90 degrees. I stupidly chose an extra hilly workout and wasn't surprised when I had to stop on 2 different occasions for walking breaks. I even made it a point to run through a stranger's sprinkler, but it didn't offer much relief from the blazing sun. (If only someone had left out a slip n' slide.) All things considered, I finished my 5 mile run in 44:29 (an 8:53 pace not being too terribly shabby when you consider that there was already a heat advisory) and even though I was red-faced and dripping with sweat, it didn't make me feel sick like a typical summer 5-miler. 

If running 5 miles in 90 degree weather isn't patriotic, I don't know what is.

Clay and I had a lunch date with Dan and Emily early in the day and after parting ways with our friends, we camped out at my in-law's pool for the remainder of the afternoon. Even though the pool's temperature was that of lukewarm bath water, anything was better than sitting in a lounge chair. I tried to sunbathe for awhile, but 5 minutes in I had to call it quits and jump in the water. Just walking on the pavement around the pool was unbearable!

My bro and sister-in-law spent the day poolside as well, and I got a chance to snap some fun pictures of the group doing simultaneous cannon balls into the water. I had zero intentions of getting my hair wet (when did I become such a prude?), but after watching them submerge themselves in the clean, clear water was too much take. It was only a matter of minutes before I made a dash for the diving board, too (but there is no photographic evidence of this. Pictures of me getting water up my nose with half a buttcheek hanging out of my swimsuit bottoms isn't very internet-friendly.)



We swam around for hours and even though I only continued to get a deeper shade of bronze, Clay fried so we finally called it quits. After the pool cleared out, I did a quick 10 minutes swim for my triathlon training and then we took my in-laws' up on their offer to stay for dinner. Several bowls of fresh pineapple and cantaloup later, Clay and I went home to power nap before meeting Colby and Ireli for a relaxing end-of-the-night movie at their house.

Colby picked up a copy of The Grey with Liam Neeson (you all know how much I love him), and watching him and the other plane crash survivors wander around the Alaskan wilderness actually made me long for winter. Can you believe that? After baking in the heat all day (and all month, actually), snowflakes and gray skies looked blissful ... ya know, minus the whole getting eating alive by wolves thing.

The fairgrounds are located fairly close to Colby and Ireli's house, but once the firework show started, we discovered that a large group of trees just barely prevented us from seeing anything. And honestly, that was just fine with me. If there's one thing I don't get excited about, it's fireworks. They're too loud and they all the look the same (sorry to all of you firework enthusiasts out there ... all 3 of you). I'd rather express my gratitude for freedom and independence by eating a ridiculous amount of bratwursts. 

And true to 4th of July tradition that couldn't escape me even if I was living on Mars, my neighbors decided to shoot off fireworks only mere yards away from my bedroom window. Even though it was 12:30 a.m., I had to work the next morning, and there was technically an area-wide firework ban, this year I decided not to not be a grouchy old lady and took the high road (and boy, the high road sure is unfamiliar territory). I simply shoved cotton balls in my ears and burrowed under the covers. The cotton balls worked considerably well and after I got over my initial panic of them somehow causing me to go deaf (my hypochondria knows no bounds), I fell asleep instantly.

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  1. I don't appreciate your little dig on out-of-countryers. And if all your neighbours did last night was shoot off fireworks you should be GRATEFUL. MY neighbours had a "let's try out the new bass" party and then about 1:30AM one of their guests started throwing shit around and screaming obscenities in a terrified-fever-pitch kind of a way... still trying to decide whether he was on a bad drug trip or had somehow amputated one of his own arms.

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    1. A dig? Really? You thought that was a dig? Okay ...

      I've had my fair share of neighbors throwing parties and playing music incredibly loud. I totally sympathize with you on that! I thought that kind of situation would get better once I moved out of the more "college kid" apartment complexes in town, but nope ... people are apparently rude and inconsiderate at any age. Just a few weekends ago a neighbor had a party in which at least 20 people were screaming at each in the parking lot (and they all looked like they were in high school), and broke beer bottles everywhere. I was totally a Debbie Downer about the whole thing and called the apartment office the next day and was like, "If one of those dang kids' beer bottles slices my tires, they need to pay for it!"

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  2. Also, the pool shots are great, that guy on the diving board looks like a ninja.

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    1. That would be my brother-in-law. And yes, he is a ninja.

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  3. Gosh The Gray SUCKED! Hate myself for even watching it. And I am sorry but I LOVE me some fireworks! Mostly I love blowing them up, but the roommate and I went to our city fireworks. We almost didn't at the last minute cause it was SO HOT and SO STICKY, but we drug each other out there. The minute the show started we both said "SO GLAD WE ARE HERE!" LOL Must be a patriotic sucker!

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    1. I'm just getting increasingly bitter in my old age and I hate loud noises! ha ha

      But I still totally dig sparklers.

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