a Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoosiers! weekend recap

Hi guys! How was your weekend? Mine was excellent and filled with running. Oh my gosh. SO. MUCH. RUNNING. I'm hitting the final weeks of my half marathon training and each of my runs throughout the week are increasing by .5-1.5 miles. I finally reached the double digits during my weekend long run (I consider it my first double-digit run this season because last Sunday's 10 miles was divided between a trail race and a run on my own later,) and was on point for reaching my target pace goals!

My weekend was also filled with eating. SO. MUCH. EATING. And lots of running and lots of eating adds up to a pretty rad weekend in my book.

Friday night I tested a new recipe which is essentially BLTs with a twist. Clayton hates tomatoes, so I've never make any kind of meal that has the word "tomato" in its name, but we both had a hankering for bacon and were looking for some bacon-friendly dinner ideas. After work I ran to the grocery store for a package of turkey bacon and an avocado, creating what I like to call BEAsbacon, egg, and avocado sandwiches. Skipping the lettuce completely, I added sliced avocado, bacon strips and an egg cooked over-easy to toasted bread smeared with mayonnaise. We're already big fans of egg sandwiches for breakfast, and the pairing of runny egg yolk with avocado was a great compliment.

Saturday morning, Clay and I met up with Colby and Ireli at the football stadium to partake in some good ol' Hoosier tailgating. This past week was homecoming at Indiana University and the school's festivities culminated with the big football game against Michigan State. Our alma mater fell to the Spartans 27-31, but we didn't really care. Heck, we didn't even notice. We were too busy stuffing our faces with doughnuts and Ireli's delicious frittata.

On our way to the stadium parking lot (where all the cool, older folks hang out), Clay and I had to walk past the student tailgating area. After passing by only briefly (and gripping my husband's hand like it was a life raft), it was clear that the student section would have been more aptly named "Sodom and Gomorrah". (And when did college kids' language get so bad? I couldn't swing a dead cat without hitting a young person who was dropping an f-bomb.) Being in such close proximity to the bacchanal of general debauchery did not make my miss college in the slightest. In fact, even when I was a student at IU, I avoided this scene like the plague. Being stacked like sardines in a roped off area with other beer-breath riddled peers was not my idea of a good time. I usually opted to sleep right through the football games or go out for breakfast.

Go Hoosiers!

I also noticed that college girls hate wearing pants. But you know what college girls do love? They love wearing black stretchy leggings and tights with shirts that are not long enough to cover their butts. News flash, girls: tights aren't pants. Life isn't a 24/7 yoga session. Please dress accordingly.

Saturday afternoon/early evening I went out to the trail for my 5-mile pace run that is supposed to be run at a HM pace. This type of run always makes me nervous because I get overly excited and tend to run way too fast ... way faster than my goal pace because the mileage is far less than 13.1 miles. This weekend was no exception: I ran 5 miles in 40:24, putting me right around an 8:05 min/mile ... way faster than my goal pace. Ooops.

 (Saturday's time on the left, Sunday's time on the right)

I thought for sure I had worn myself out for Sunday's 10-mile run, but even after being full of food and a little hungover from Saturday night's bottle of champagne (I think I have a problem), I came in about 6 seconds per mile faster than my goal pace. This is my favorite time of the year to run because the weather conditions are so favorable, I don't even sweat. I don't feel weighed down by the sun, and I'm constantly being cooled and rejuvenated by the fall breeze.

The trail is gorgeous this time of year!
Fall running atttire at it's finest. I've had this sweatshirt since I was 13.

We spent Sunday afternoon at my in-laws' house celebrating my grandmother-in-law's 89th birthday. All of her children and the local grandchildren enjoyed a potluck lunch of sandwiches, veggie soup, and hot dogs wrapped in dough to look like mummies. One of Clayton's aunts made a homemade carrot cake and their was definitely a refreshing punch that we all decided to spike with rum.

I tried my hand at making rolls for the potluck which, as we know from last week's pizza crust post, is my very first attempt at actually baking BREAD bread. The rolls turned out okay. I mean, they tasted pretty good and no one at Grandma's birthday party choked trying to get them down, but they certainly weren't award-winning. They weren't even that pretty. But hey, it was my first try.

And just like last week, Clay and I rounded out our weekend with a visit to Justin and Jamie's new house to watch Dexter. I already like where the season is going, and I look forward to each week's episode like a boy band-loving fanatic waiting for the next issue of Tiger Beat magazine. I fell into bed right around midnight, feeling happily exhausted from a busy weekend and wondering if I should grow my hair out and dye it in an ombre style like Deb's.

How was your weekend!?


  1. I agree with you on a lot of things, but I do love me some leggings-as-pants days. #sorrynotsorry

    1. Ah! You wear leggings with short shirts!? You're so awesome in so many other amazing ways, I'm totally willing to look past that. And you probably have a cute tush, so I suppose you can get away with it. ;)

  2. Funny you mention the legging thing. As we were driving past the stadium, that was the first thing Luke mentioned.
    "What's with the black leggings? Haven't they ever heard of pants?"
    And then I chimed in, "You haven't caught on yet? Black leggings and Nike running shorts is the IU uniform for girls."
    But yes, I agree, black leggings is not everyday attire.

  3. Where is that trail? It looks eerily similar to one we have here in Evansville.

    And YES to the leggings comment. I was a student housing director and it's a crisis at the college level. ;)


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