So, how did my 12-mile run after work on Friday go? Well...It sort of didn't. Actually, it did, it just was a very dizzy 10-mile run instead. My official last long run prior to my half on Saturday.
|Feeling slightly defeated and slightly glad it's just effing over.|
Have you ever had a run (or a workout), where you find that one song that you just keep repeating? For this run, that song was Runaway Baby by Bruno Mars. I'm not sure why but as soon as another song came on, I just wanted it back. So I literally repeated that song over and over again for an hour and 39 minutes. If my math is correct, that means I listened to Runaway Baby about 43 times. Wow. I'm a crazy lunatic.
But, seriously, how can you argue with
You better run. You better run. You better run. You better run. You better run. You better, you better, you better run run run away run away baby....while running, while dizzy. I don't know, it just made sense.
On Saturday morning I attended my first hot yoga class and it was amazing! Yes, I was sweating like a 400-pound man running through the rainforest, but then again, that's not really any different than any other workout.
|Quick! Someone get the fire extinguisher!|
I'm definitely planning to go back when I can. Since it costs $12 each time, I'll probably only be going a couple times a month. Why must yoga be so damn expen$ive?!
This weekend I also did some baking. I present to you chocolate chip coconut scones.
|Chocolate? good. Coconut? Good. Scones? GOOD!|
Pippi tried to steal some off the counter. Sneaky little jerk.
I also made lasagna again on Saturday for dinner. Since I was making it for me and two guys who don't like mushrooms, and one who doesn't like olives, I couldn't make it exactly like I'd like to, but it was still good.
|I'm such a bad little blogger. I only got a 'before' shot.|
And what did the dogs accomplish this weekend?
|All your productivity makes us so sleeeepy.|
OH, and I woke up early Sunday morning to Pippi barfing up the DVD case she'd consumed onto my bedroom carpet. It's tough work being a cute little shithead.