Phew, what a weekend in the books! My weekend was jam packed, tiring, and full of insane shenanigans.
My Friday night was spent taste testing for a product review & giveaway that you will see tomorrow. It involved peanut butter, and was worth not being Paleo for the night.
My day started bright and early at 7, where I lounged around for 45 minutes, before heading to CrossFit. We had a partner workout, and I was pumped that my 6:30 am partner and crime, Kara, was my partner. The 20 minute workout left us beat, which meant staying for half of the mobility class was necessary to work the lactic acid out of my legs.
After CrossFit, I went home, and headed out for a 3 mile run in the ‘hood. It was close to 50 degrees out, and I just couldn’t pass up a run outside. It was slow and tough, thanks to a week of heavy squats, but it felt good to get out there!
The rest of my afternoon was spent running errands, completing some blog work, and reading, before heading out for a night on the town with Sarah. We had planned to grab drinks at The Tap House at 8, but when we got there, it was packed. We decided to head downtown to go to one of the Manchester bars, but apparently the entire state had the same idea, because we didn’t find a parking spot until 8:50.
We walked through alleys and puddles, and walked into a solid 3 bars, which were also jam packed. Around 9:15, we had enough, and decided to drive back to Hooksett to see if The Tap House wasn’t as packed.
Bingo. We were in luck and grabbed 2 bar seats, and immediately ordered drinks. Tequila on the rocks for me. They forgot to give me lime juice at first, and the first few sips started a bonfire in my throat.
As always, Sarah and I had a blast. Girl is hilarious, and had me laughing non-stop throughout the night. She told me several times that what she was about to tell me could not make an appearance on the blog, and after 2 fire-burning glasses of tequila, I’m not sure I remember what those things were. I also had the most messed up and weird dreams ever. Hashtag no more tequila.
I woke up tired and sore. The past week’s workouts finally caught up to me, and gave me a crazy sore body. My legs were tight, and my shoulders were sore. I realized I never had a full day of rest, so I took Sunday as a lazy day, no working out. It killed me, because I love to get 3-4 miles in on Saturday and Sundays, since I’m CrossFit heavy during the week. Lesson learned.
I headed to my cousin, Lindze’s for a 1 pm party, where I got to see a few of my relatives. Loved seeing them!
Jake loves that I brought my fuzzy blanket home and now sleeps on my bed all of the time. He loves putting EOS on his lips. He has huge double paws, and I love those little monsters!
I think weekends should be 5 days long. I could handle working Tuesday and Thursdays, but I require 5 days to see my friends and family.