This weekend I switched some of my runs up partially because I was busy and partially because I was sore and lazy on Friday. Technically I was supposed to do 3 miles Friday, 6 miles Saturday and then rest Sunday. Instead I took Friday off, did 3 Saturday and 6 Sunday.
Saturday morning started early and after getting some work done and running my 3 (boring) miles, my brother picked me up to take me home for his grad party.
The party involved a lot of eating (naturally), drinking and bag playing and towards the end of the night we had a nice little visit from the local ice cream man. You are probably not surprised that my family has him on speed dial so my uncle gave Nick a call and a few minutes later he pulled up on the lawn.
Sunday morning I woke up kind of wishing I did not put off my 6 miles. By the time I got out there it was HOT and the Pride Parade had already started. In an attempt to avoid the crowds, I went South on Lincoln and kind of just kept running without paying attention to where I was going. I kept the pace slower (around 10:15 to 10:30) because of the heat and since it wasn’t one of my typical routes, I didn’t know when I would hit a water fountain. After running for about 2.5 – 3 miles I found myself at the entrance of the Lincoln Park zoo and decided to just run through. By this time it was about 85 degrees and it took everything in me not to dive in with this guy:
After I did a little tour around the zoo I headed back home down Lincoln. Since it was so nice out (okay, not nice for a long run) I thought about going to the beach. I showered, changed into my swimsuit and then as I walked toward the lake I hit a metal gate and roughly one billion half naked, drunk, rainbow people and turned back around. As I walked back a friend of mine called to see if I wanted to come lay out later on her rooftop deck. . .duh. So I went to Starbucks and hung out for about an hour and read my book club book (so good) before heading over there. Just a little tip for my single friends. . . apparently reading is super cool because the only times I’ve been hit on recently have been 1. at the library and 2. at Starbucks reading.
Later on, my roommate came home and we went to our favorite sushi place, Tanuki. I would have taken photos except we inhaled the rolls as soon as they hit the table. When we got back though, I tried my hand at making homemade pies. For anyone who has asked me what the occasion was, you may have noticed that I have defriended you and you should take note that there is no occasion necessary to eat pie.
I followed my grandma’s recipe and made an apple pie and banana cream. Both were awesome, as we taste tested them immediately and the apple was exceptionally good straight out of the oven with vanilla ice cream. I do want to point out that at the bottom of the email where my grandma sent the recipe, she said this (what a weirdo):
This week is pretty busy starting with a Bank of America Charity Marathon Reception after work at Millenium Park and Dodgeball intramurals tonight . . .stay tuned for updates!
P.S. I am only $70 away from passing my fundraising from last year!