Oh, and when people tell you that training for a marathon is exhausting and time consuming and "Have you lost your mind?!"... yea, they're being honest. Running 20+ miles every week sure will suck the fun-life outta you, let me tell ya. I feel like all of the movement should be giving more energy but as of now, I've yet to have that happen. I have 13 miles on the schedule for tomorrow morning.
In case you're unfamiliar with the running world... that's a half marathon. I'm running a half marathon tomorrow morning, just for kicks. If you never hear from me again, it's been nice knowing y'all.
If I survive the fake-half, Brian and I have a day date to head to the Deutsche Bank Championship for the day! He gets volunteer days through his job that he has to use that don't count against his vacation time, so basically boyfriend has spent the last two days at a golf course wearing a really big bucket hat that he is EXTREMELY excited about and watching pro golfers play golf all day. I think the extent of his duties is to tell people to be quiet and not go past the rope barriers on the course.
Since the majority of our dates are planned by me, I've gone full-force-excited into this whole thing. It doesn't hurt that I get to wear a VIP badge for the day and eat and drink as much as I want. Hey, running 13 miles DOES have its benefits. The gates open at 7am but since I'll be trucking my caboose along at that point, I'd imagine (hope) we're going later in the morning. If you'd like to spend your morning watching the Golf Channel, keep an eye out for me! I'll be the girl hobbling around with a beverage in her hand...s.
I only REALLY love Sundays on long weekends because it's like you have a mid-weekend! And it's a lot easier to justify Sunday Funday when you don't have to be up before motherlovin' dawn the next morning. But THIS Sunday... I am excited to announce... that my evening will be spent with the most wonderful man.
Oh, Darius. I am SO excited, my friend! For the third summer in a row, we get to see him in concert! Two years ago we saw Hootie and the Blowfish (awesome, amazing, hoarse the next day from scream-singing "Hold My Hand" and "Let Her Cry" at the top of my voice) and then last summer we saw Darius by himself (hello tears EVERY SINGLE TIME I hear "Southern State of Mind") and it was even more amazing. I don't know how the show could get any better, so let's just say that my expectations for Sunday night are mucho-high. The best part is that the venue he's been at these last three years is called the "Music Circus" so there are tons of people there, it's circular seating so there's literally not a bad seat anywhere, and the stage very slowly revolves the entire show so everyone gets to see DR's bum! I mean... face. And awesome School House Rock tshirts. Truly though, I'm so pumped.
I may have tried to justify purchasing and having these lovelies shipped overnight to get here by tomorrow but, alas, I must eat and pay rent.
I mean really-- what's a $600 pair of boots for a Texas gal?
So between 13 miles plus golf all day tomorrow, Sunday Funday + Darius, and a Monday which I'm sure will include some sort of Brian-family-get-together where I must present myself nicely and put on non-yoga pants and prepare a wonderful dish from scratch... I've got a packed few days ahead of me.
I'll be back Monday with pictures from the festivities, don't you worry your pretty little heads. Here's to a fake half marathon!
