Happy Sunday Night,
While I enjoy the idea of long runs and brunch on Sundays, I dread that Monday is what comes next. In avoiding being so pessimistic, at least that means we get one day closer to Friyay, right? Let’s do a recap of this weekend (before I forget to blog until next weekend)–
Friday started with a little 5 mile treadmill run at 6AM since I had a long, dreadful day of work after. Although a long day, it ended in delicious pizza. My roommate and I tried a new place that opened by our apartment, “Mod Pizza”, which is basically a copy of Blaze Pizza (and we all know how much I adore Blaze Pizza). I had some really high expectations for this place and felt that no one could ever meet them as Blaze does…but it did. Mod was extraordinary. I know extraordinary is an unusual word for a fast-food-type pizza place, but I take pizza very seriously. Unfortunately I ate my pizza so fast I didn’t catch a picture of it, so I will be sure to do so next time (which will probably be very soon).
Saturday I took my first rest day in quite a few weeks– I hate rest days. I find that they are the opposite of a feeling of rest and synonymously “relaxing”. But, as all runners know, rest is just as important as training itself. I started to feel a bit of ache and pain in different areas, specifically my ankle, and was not about to commit to a few months of physical therapy and no running (excuse me french, but f*** no.)
I woke up this morning feel quite refreshed and while I was hoping to go out for a beautiful, long run outside. Of course, it was cloudy, raining, and dangerously slippery. I ended up on the treadmill again, which worked to it’s benefit since I got to watch Gilmore Girls (as per usual).
I came home to a little breakfast in bed with Nick, and we were off to his family’s Easter brunch– aka: Easter Passover for me. I decided to go all out and make cute little chick cake pops for his family. Not entirely sure how they tasted, and many of them messed up (which usually happens when cake pops didn’t fit in the container you had for them and therefore fall on top of you on the car drive over, when you are wearing a white outfit)– but nonetheless, they were still cute and enjoyed.
Side note to add for this weekend: one of my gel nails ripped off, and my roommate was creative and we took of the the same gel on my other hand, and she fixed the missing nail with glitter. While it was a brilliant idea at the time, I woke up this morning missing not one, but both of the glitter nails. Safe to say, a manicure is in order.
Roomie and I are currently catching up on some Netflix and frozen yogurt, so I’ll be back for more updates on food, running, food, and more food and running.