Weekend recap

Looks like today is a twofer! In addition to today's Blogtember post, I'm bursting at the seems to fill you in on my weekend because on a scale of 1 to 10, this past weekend was a 12, easily.

Friday night we had our house-warming party and our closest friends came over to celebrate all of the hard work Clayton and I put into making the new house our home. Hearing that it was totally unrecognizable from its original move-in state (I still have nightmares about those macaroni n' cheese-colored bathroom walls) was the proverbial cherry on my sundae. A few friends gushed that our place is super cozy and so very much us, that I couldn't help but be proud to show it off.

And our friends? Are the bee's knees. Due to having small apartments in the past (and a general anxiety about playing hostess), we've rarely had large groups of people over and lemme tell ya, all of our friends got along famously. I think everyone had a good time and it was fun to introduce some of my friends that had never met.

And there was SO MUCH ALCOHOL. I love that the universal symbol for "Welcome to your new home!" is wine. Come to think of it, I love the universal symbol for anything good is, "WANNA DO A SHOT?"

As soon as we get a few more small projects completed and iron out some decorating details, I will post pictures of our new haven. I made the abhorrent mistake of not taking many "before" pictures, so the effect of the transformation won't live up to its full potential. Sorry about that! When we were in the process of painting our walls, I was far more focused with "COVER THIS NONSENSE!" than snapping pictures.

I scored some free tickets to the IU women's volleyball game on Saturday night, which seemed slightly less awesome when we arrived at the gym and saw that tickets were only $5. But still. Free is free, am I right?

I had the cutest date of them all, and we had a great time watching IU crush UAB in three sets. Normally Clayton is the one explaining sports' rules and statistics to me (thus putting me to sleep, Nascar ...), so it was nice to turn the tables and be able to teach him a thing or two.

Volleyball gets me majorly hyped up. I started playing volleyball in the 4th grade and stuck with it until my junior year of high school when the head coach was a total witch and was more concerned about playing the daughters of her golfing buddies than everyone else. I was burnt out, sick of the politics, and opted to work and hang out with my friends. ... And I was totally over spandex, anyway.

A major regret.

I think I had goosebumps for 99% of Saturday's volleyball game. There are fewer things in life more beautiful than a well-placed spike. I was so swept up in the choreographed steps of the bump-set-spike pattern, I didn't even know what to do with myself ... so I just chattered incessantly to Clayton.

On Sunday morning, I set out for the longest run of my running career. My marathon training schedule called for 16 miles and I packed up my water bottles, Swedish Fish, and iPod to hold me over for the next 2.5 hours. Being thoroughly sick of the music I've been listening to for the last 3 years, I downloaded the cheapest audio book I could find on iTunes which ended up being Anne of Green Gables. I know it's a classic, but I never read it. Now's my chance. (And it's really enjoyable to listen to! Anne totally reminds me of Lindsay Lohan's character in Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen. Not that Anne fabricated tall tales, but her imagination was so over-the-top and dramatic. I'm loving it!)

The cooler weather this weekend translated into an easier run, but by the time I hit the half marathon point, I stopped to refill my water bottles at a nearby water fountain. The small break felt good, but it made it incredibly difficult to pick it back up for the final 2.9 miles. My body is so used to 13.1 miles being the end goal, that it doesn't know how to venture beyond that distance (yet). I limped along for about another mile, then stopped my Garmin and walked again. My entire stomach was cramped and I had pain radiating down my neck. I'm trying to be better about listening to my body and my body was saying, "STOP!"

When I got back home, I guzzled some Gatorade that was waiting for me (thank you, honey!) and tried to run the last 2 miles in my neighborhood.

Nope. My body was done. I was running like an old man. Everything hurt, I could barely breath, and I'm pretty certain that anyone who saw my staggering down the street could have easily confused me with Quasimoto (Note to self: improve posture).

I tapped out at 15 miles even.

Sure, I didn't make it to 16 and after crying about it for a few minutes (I know, I'm such a baby), I felt a new resolve to try for 16 again next weekend. That's the great thing about running, you can always dust yourself off and try again.

But let me tell you, reaching my personal distance record thoroughly confused my body. I ran a half marathon distance last weekend and based on patterns of the past, that would normally mean that I finished my race and would be done with training. My body isn't quite used to the idea that we still have quite a ways to go. By mile 13, I could feel my legs wondering, "Why we no stop yet?"

I was down for the count for the rest of the day and was beyond thrilled to finally have a true lazy Sunday. In my delirious state of exhaustion, I fell asleep on the couch and woke up about a half hour later when my stomach decided it needed some food, and it needed it now.

Clay graciously made me a PB and J (peanut butter is my favorite recovery food of all time) and when he handed me the sandwich, he announced we were now out of both peanut butter and jelly. Clayton left the room and I ate my sandwich. When he came back in, I implored, "Can you make me another sandwich?"

He sighed, "I told you. We're out of peanut butter and jelly."

"Didn't you just go to the grocery store?" I asked, confused.

"Court, I went to the bathroom."

I had no idea what was going on. I needed every bit of the nap that followed.

I hope you had a great weekend!


  1. Baha! I love that 'I just went to the bathroom'. It totally SUCKS after a long run when you do not have the one food that you want to eat because you always need it NOW after a long run. Can't wait to see pics of the house :)

  2. I love that your legs speak broken English. :)


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