Alright, I think I have finally pulled myself out of the depression that comes from admitting injury and dropping out of a race, so I’m back. I’ve also finally accepted that ignoring the pain in my hip for over a month hasn’t helped it get any better, so I’m actually calling a doctor today. Womp, womp. If my first broken bone ends up being my hip, at age (almost) 29 you can expect an endless amount of old age jokes. In order to avoid the sulking that would have come with staying in DC for the weekend while the race was going on, I got the hell out-of-town and headed to a place that always makes me happy.
Good old Harrisonburg, Va, home of JMU. It was a great decision, because there’s nothing more I enjoy than outdoor day drinking even if we were pretending it was about 15 degrees warmer than it actually was. There was a variety of drinking games played and lots of cornhole. (Sidenote: if you need some awesome cornhole bags, my friend makes these and you can get them in your team/school’s colors, also pictured above). I also discovered the gloriousness that is the Moscow Mule that weekend, and have declared them my drink of the summer. Now if someone wants to buy me some copper mugs to drink out of… I’d be ok with that.
This past weekend I hit up DC Beerfest at Nationals Park with a group of my friends, pictures above under my Instagram feed, and it was a perfect day for it. As is usually par for the course with day drinking in the sun and heat, I was home and in bed at 11 pm. Don’t mind me and my broken hip, I’m just busy being old.
That’s about all I have to say today. Ok, bye.
xoxo
Filed under: Daily, Injury, Weekend Wrap- Ups | Tagged: bags, cornhole, drinking, injury, travel |
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Look at the bright side, at least you got to play some cornhole!
Haha oh so true!
Glad you got to get out of dodge and enjoy your weekend! I fully support any weekend that involves a beerfest. 😉 Fingers crossed you get good info from the doc about your hip!