It's a weekend recap 24 hours too late (sing that to "Ironic")

I had to bundle up in a long-sleeved shirt and a scarf this morning, but I'm not mad about it. Usually the shift in weather and need to start wearing layers sends me into a tizzy because it means that winter is on the horizon, but I'm actually kind of looking forward to it. As much as cold weather totally bums me out, I enjoy living in a state that experiences all 4 seasons (even if half of the seasons totally suck).

And you know what else totally bums me out?

The series finale of Dexter. We finally got around to watching it last night.

I don't want to give away any spoilers for those who haven't watched the episode, but I will just say this: When I went to bad last night, I was a hot mess. My face was red and pinched from crying, and I could only fall asleep after repeatedly chanting, "It's just a TV show. It's just a TV show."

I feel a little hole in my heart where all of those characters used to be. And my reaction to the end of Dexter has me majorly freaked out about watching the last season of The Office and 30 Rock. I mean, I don't think any of those characters are gonna be murdered (Dwight ...), but you get my point. I don't do with endings. I just don't.

I didn't get around to a weekend recap yesterday because I made it a point to avoid the internet so no one would ruin the show's finale for me (although it would have been nice to have a bit of warning that it was going to be completely awful).

In short, the weekend was wonderful. Since we'd be missing his birthday shindig the next evening, we spent Friday night at Dan and Emily's house watching Hellraiser (verdict: hilariously bad) and playing a horribly hard board game called Tribond (I baked them a red velvet cake because I believe that food makes up for my absences at birthday parties). Emily is a domestic goddess and had homemade pumpkin lattes simmering in her slow cooker when we arrived, and she gave me a Pete Holmes comedy cd to listen to during my 16-mile run the next morning.

How was my 16-mile run on Saturday morning? Amazing. And I attribute most of its amazingness to Pete Holmes and guffawing like a moron as I made my way up and down the trail. Laughing while I was running led me to an epiphany that I was too preoccupied to see before: I take running WAY too seriously. I approach all of my weekend long runs with this "do or die" mentality that oftentimes leaves me feeling crummy both mentally and physically when I don't live up to my own standards. You wouldn't think that smiling could change your attitude while you're running for 2 and a half hours, but it totally did!

My new running mantra: This is what you to choose to do for fun. Stop ruining it for yourself. 

I forced myself to run at a much slower than normal pace. I finally said, "Listen, Court, you know I love ya, but you are KILLING yourself trying to run these outrageous distances quickly. Don't worry about losing your speed. Just set your cruise control to 'easy' and, heaven forbid, actually enjoy yourself."

As a result, I didn't need a single walk break and I even ran my last 2 miles 30 seconds faster than my goal pace. In other words, I had energy to BURN after running 16 miles. How about them apples? (Then I drove immediately to a gas station for a Gatorade and ended up buying a giant can of Pepsi, too, because it just looked so dang refreshing and cold. Then I went home and promptly dumped it down the sink when I remembered that I absolutely hate Pepsi. Exhaustion does weird things to your brain.)

Saturday evening was my long-awaited visit from my sister and her boyfriend (and my fur niece). The four of us went out to dinner and then had a few drinks at The Tap (pumpkin ales, anyone?) before heading home to see what the new Grand Theft Auto video game was all about. (That weekend was Ashley and Chris' anniversary and the new video game was a gift. [For Chris, from Ashley. Not for Ashley, from Chris. Not sure if I needed to specify that. Ha ha.])

On Sunday morning (okay, afternoon), I made everyone pancakes for breakfast and we went to the Half Price Books Outlet. My sister is a voracious reader (she adores Stephen King) and was excited to see the book store where I spend so much of my time. The trip was more or less just to show them the store, but I of course left with a few new books of my own, too. I bought 2 memoirs and the Idiot's Guide to Running. (I'm may not be new to running, but I can still be a total idiot about it.)

And can you believe I didn't take pictures of anything from the weekend except the pancakes that I made?

Of course you can.

Thanks to a complete disregard for capturing memories from the weekend, here's the only pic I can give you of my sister and I at the moment:

Total babes.

Please note: Neither of us still has those sweet, sweet bangs. BUT, we do both still have those lion stuffed animals.

I hope you all had a great weekend! I'll be posting again later today with the Blogtember prompt I missed.