This weekend was all about getting back to normal. We all feel better, we’re working on putting the Christmas things away, and we’re getting back on track with our workouts. Another sure fire way to know I’m myself again is that I cannot do anything right.
I waited all day to run on Saturday, because I wanted to do it after Maddux went to bed. It was dark and rainy and I’m a wuss, so I didn’t want to go outside. I decided I wanted to go to the gym to force myself to run 13 miles. Seriously, if I go into the cardio cinema room I’m able to zone out for days. Anyway, the gym was closed. What a kick in the pants. I hopped back into the car, probably cursing at myself, and fled the scene of my stupidity. I decided that watching Pineapple Express would cheer me up while I ran at home. Negative, ghost rider. It was a Blu-ray and the dinosaur on the shelf wasn’t having it. I ended up only running three of the 13 miles and completing a quick kettlebell workout. Sort of the same thing as 13 miles, because it included the number 3.
Then I made Ryne take a picture to see how my tattoo was healing. Still a little rough around the edges, but she’s aging well. I’m not sure why it’s a she. Let’s just go with it. Maddux hasn’t seen it yet, but I’m sure it will be properly embarrassing for him once he’s around the age of 13. PS: I got it on my upper left ribs because that’s where he liked to stick his toes before he so graciously entered the world.
After that, we celebrated me reaching my step goal with margaritas. I’m not sure that’s how it’s supposed to work, but that’s our take. By the way, how snobby is that glass? Pshhh.
Sunday morning French Toast of course. Nothing screams back to normal like cinnamon, sugar, and syrup.
I promise I ate vegetables, too. I love ranch dip so much it hurts. Not dressing. I hate ranch dressing. I want to make that distinction in case you are ever grocery shopping for me.
Today I went to the cardio cinema room. Redeeeeemption! Just kidding. I showed up 30 minutes before the gym opened up and had to go buy hangers and storage bins next door. But then I finally got to run. I made it 10 miles before leaving to hose myself off. I forget how hot I get in there. I think budget cuts had them merge it with the sauna or something.
So, yeah. A totally normal weekend for us. It was nice, but it was also pretty uneventful. Normal is boring. Even Maddux agrees. To stave off the signs of average in his life, he pretends he’s a pirate and occasionally drinks his own bath water. Those two things are unrelated, they just happened to occur at the same time. Stay weird, kid. Stay weird.
Wow. That was a really long post about nothing in particular. If you made it this far, congratulations. I feel like I owe you a coffee or something. I better go finish taking the tree down now. I thought about leaving it up all year. It would almost be worth it to be those people, ya know?
Question: Do anything stupid this weekend? If not, make something up so I’ll feel better about myself.