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Now That, I’ll Talk About

Today… my head hurts. I blame the four, ok five, glasses of red wine I had last night and the Yankees game once again lasting until midnight.  Thankfully, the outcome of last nights game was much more positive than the previous two.  A 10-1 victory?  I’ll take it.

Since the sun was out for the first time in years yesterday, the roommates and I decided to take advantage of it and meet at our new favorite place for dinner and drinks.  The American Tap Room menu makes me drool just reading it, and with $4 glasses of wine until 7 pm, you can see the appeal.  The beer menu is nothing to scoff at either; with a wide variety on tap, as you can probably imagine.

Anywhoodle, I ordered the Maryland Crab Soup and the Jerk Chicken Spring Rolls for my meal.  There was no description of the soup on the menu, so I was expecting typical cream based crab soup, but this was tomato based and full of veggies.  Not my favorite, but by no means bad.  The spring rolls were as delicious as the first time I had them, albeit spicy.  Thankfully I had a nice Cab to wash it down with.

The three of us sat at the bar watching the Phillies game and the first few innings of the Yankees game before heading home around 9:30.  Yayzies for both teams!  Also, can we just talk about how much Curtis Granderson rocked last night?  Seriously, look at these two game saving catches, talk about heart stopping moments.  Game five for the Yanks on Thursday and a potential clincher for the Phils tonight.

Prior to my night of baseball and excessive wine drinking, I manage to get in a 30 minute run on the treadmill.  A little over 3 miles, I think, but I’m not sure since the treadmill stopped and reset halfway through.  I needed to get two cardio sessions in early in the week since the only exercise I’ll get this weekend will be in the form of shaking my ass on the dance floor.  Dancing in heels is a great calf workout though.

Happy Wednesday!

Playoff Time!

Number of pairs of jeans I tried on this morning before finding ones comfortable enough for an 8 hour work day? Three.  You guys, my thighs, they are killing me.  They are just not getting any smaller, no matter how many carbs or pieces of cheese I don’t eat.  It sucks.  I didn’t even buy wine until Thursday this week!  I have exactly 71 days to get myself looking good in a bathing suit so I don’t feel like a fatty mcfatterson next to Darren.  Help. (I know I’m not “fat” but he is in extremely good shape and I hate him).

So yeah, with that looming over my head, you would think I’d have worked out last night.  Nope.  I decided my muscles needed a rest day in the form of red wine, which I had two or three glasses of.  Sigh.  That means, in about two hours someone needs to come drag me away from my desk and to the gym so I can get a mid-day workout in.  Hmm there’s yoga at 12:30, maybe I’ll do that.  I probably won’t.

I think we are having some friends over tonight to do some drinking and have a fire in the chiminea, and of course watch baseball.  Tomorrow morning I will be up back by work bright and early to get my hair did.  My girl goes out on maternity leave, like next week, so I had to squeeze in one last appointment with her.  I’m hoping they can also do something about the eyebrow situation I’ve got going on.  They haven’t been touched since March.  It’s ugly.

Alright ya’ll, have a great weekend! Oh, and go Yankees!

And good luck to the Phillies tomorrow.

Someone’s Excited

Things my boyfriend said to me last night:

Him: “Can we get late night pizza Sat?”
Me: “haha sure”

Him: “Can we pretend we just met at the bar and have a drunken one night stand?”
Me: “hahaha sure”

Him: “Epiiiiiic. I’m gonna defriend you tonight so I can send you and awkward friend request Sunday.”
Me: “Lame”

Haha, someone is a little excited to pretend like he’s in college on Saturday.  I think my sister is a little happy about it also.

I’m pretty excited myself, I just hope I can remember that I can’t party like a 21 year-old anymore without feeling extremely sick the next day.  Hopefully I can control myself.  Oh, and go Dukes!

Last night I hit the treadmill for a speed workout, 3 x 1 mile repeats at 8:20 pace.  8:20 pace is definitely a tad faster than is comfortable for me, so it felt good to push myself for those three miles.  Here’s how it looked.

  • 1 mile warm-up 10 min/mile
  • 1 mile 8:20 pace
  • .25 walk 4.4 mph
  • 1 mile @8:20 pace
  • .25 walk 4.4 mph
  • 1 mile @8:20 pace
  • .25 walk 4.4 mph
  • 4.75 miles total

I ran into my friend Chris as I was leaving the gym, and invited him over to watch the Phillies game later.  Chris is actually my oldest friend in the area. We met in the 4th grade, although we didn’t really become friends until I lost the  glasses and braces in 8th grade and was cool enough to talk to :).  He was my first serious boyfriend in high school, and we dated for about a year and a half.

This is us in June 2000, probably about two months after we started dating, I’m 14 and he’s 15.

Then this is us last summer celebrating Chris’s 25th birthday.  So even at 24 and 25, I think we look exactly the same as we did at 14 and 15, haha.  It was fun to have someone to watch the Phillies with, and I wore my Brad Lidge shirt which I’m pretty sure helped them win ;).  Also, Chris wants to run the Philadelphia Marathon next month, but forgot to sign up and now it’s sold out.  He’s been raising money for Alzheimer’s awareness for the race, so if anyone knows of someone looking to unload a bib, please let me know!

It’s Friday, hooray! I don’t plan on doing anything at all tonight except sitting on my butt resting for tomorrow mornings 10 mile run and day of drinking at Villanova.  I can’t believe yesterday marked the 1 month count down until the half marathon, it’s going to be here before I know it!  Anyone else up to anything good this weekend?! Happy Friday!