And like any good athlete, I spent Friday hydrating. And by hydrating, I mean I drank wine. To-may-to, to-mah-to. Lou wanted in on the action.
|Red Solo cup, you lift me up!|
So I have some newbie future half marathoners to whip into shape in one year. Too bad I'm such an utter slacker because, damn. They're pretty much on their own.
So my plan was to get to Reach 11 (a desert-y recreation area that appears to be in the middle of the desert, but has 2 freeways running through it, a sports complex on one end and a horse show park on the other. In between all of that is this thing called "nature". Whatever that is.) and get 4 to 5 miles in before Kimberlee and Tabatha arrived for something much more leisurely. Of course, I only arrived about 15 minutes early, so I ran one real mile on my own at a faster pace than is normal for moi.
|Handsome, isn't he?|
Our run turned into a 4 mile walk. But it's something, right? That still counts as 5 miles for me on Saturday. And I did run one of those miles, so I'm counting it as a run. And of course we then had to go for breakfast, because I need to replace any burned calories with a surplus of new ones. It's how I roll. I also got my horoscope (or as I like to call it, horror-scope) from the restaurant's little news letter.
|What, I shouldn't expect everyone to be mind reader? Psshh|
Saturday night, we celebrated my dear friend, Ari's birthday! We went to Blue Hound Kitchen and Cocktails, which was delicious.
I had these gourmet tator tots and the risotto. I'm fairly certain none of that was gluten free, so my stomach is a little upset today, but it was delicious, regardless.
I also went back into hydrating mode since I planned to run Sunday. And what better to hydrate with than a Riesling called Gotham Project?
|This stuff is so good.|
|Me, Tara, and Grae|
|Ari and me|
|I should lose more lbs before taking pics of|
myself wearing skinny jeans.
Nicole made Ari a spectacular cake, but the staff at Blue Hound wouldn't let us bring it in. Something about health codes, blah, blah, blah. Whatever. I couldn't eat any of it because it was chock full of gluten, but it looked amazing and the frosting was made with Nutella, so how could it not be? We continued our little party outside in the courtyard. Luckily, it was pretty warm for a February night.
|There was also some singing and dancing...and maybe a kick line.|