Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!
Kudos to Scott and his restraint because I sure as hell did not have any last night.
Homegirl started early. My car on the 6pm train to Boston turned into a bit of a bar scene. Booze was flowing at every seat either in celebration of the holiday or in anticipation of facing relatives...or both. For some reason, I have an unbelievable ability to make random aging businessmen guys fall in love with me on trains and planes. Last night was no exception. When it came time for one of my fellow passengers to disembark at Rte. 128, he grabbed my hand, stared me in the eyes and boozily cooed, "You are my train girlfriend." Thank you, Sir.
I was home sweet home by 9:45pm and Benny B and Scooter came over shortly after. We were missing our other friend Sami and the gusto to go out hard like we usually do but we forged on like the champions that we are. Scott was smart and went home in preparation for a run this morning. Ben and I picked up the vodka.
Oh, honeychild.
After Ben left, I raided the fridge in an attempt to curtail the impending poison. Let's just say that the situation was so severe that — for the first time in the history of the world — I did not finish a piece of pie. This morning...oh boy. I was going to post another "rough" picture but it was way too rough. When I stumbled downstairs in search of nausea-reducing carbohydrates, my mom asked me why there were tons of scrapes all over the front patio. Memories of a late night outdoor Michael Jackson dance off with Ben and his sister Lily came flooding back. My shoes apparently murdered the bluestone. This is what attempts at a moonwalk and spin look like:
But the point of this story is that I RAN TODAY. This is probably the most exercise I've enjoyed on a Thanksgiving outside of my usual pie-to-mouth bicep curl routine. I did it, Scott! My half marathon schedule suggested 2-3 miles today. And well, it was a struggle but I completed three loops of the Brookline reservoir (approx. 2.73 miles total). A beautiful way to spend the raw day:
That iPhone photo looks like a freaking painting! I was more concerned with not dying getting the mileage in over consistent running so I ended up doing a walking loop with my mom, a loop and a half running and the rest at a slow run/walk/run pace. Feeling pretty good and sassy, I also decided to chug up my hell hill of a driveway and work that ass. My new shoes and I are in a bit of a fight but I think we can work it out.
Anyway, I hope everyone has a healthy and happy Thanksgiving. Thanks for your support. I am thankful for everything life puts on my plate. Even if it's dry stuffing.
Dance it out, Michael.
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