when you enter “the real world” and work your life away, one of the greatest pleasures becomes the novely of a 3-day weekend. amiright?!
Memorial Day. July 4th. Labor Day. Columbus Day. i don’t even know what i’m supposed to be celebrating half the time (other than more boat time, bathing suit sales and lots of sleep), but i’m always glad someone did something wonderful that deserves remembrance and i’m more than happy to celebrate it.since 2011, Columbus Day weekend has always been a memorable, exciting weekend for me, as it’s the Mohawk Hudson Marathon and Half Marathon in upstate NY, where i grew up/went to hs/college/grad school/lived before moving to NYC/still go home to regularly on weekends. it was my very first half marathon in 2011, and again in 2012, and then my first (and only, as of yet) full marathon last year in 2013, which was one of the proudest and most wonderful days of my (still young) life.
this past Sunday, it was supposed to have been my second marathon — but instead, it became the first Columbus Day weekend in 4 years that i didn’t run a race. the past two months of super painful leg injuries have kept me from fulfilling that goal, and although i totally made peace with this fact a month ago and was able to def til next year, it was still a bit of a bummer to not keep the streak going…regardless of how much fun i’ve had the past few months after i knew i wasn’t training for a marathon. 🙂
so, i still went upstate this weekend, fully aware that i wouldn’t be running but rather uncertain as to exactly what i’d do to keep myself occupied with fabulous people/activities that’d keep my mind off running. and you know what? i hardly had a single moment’s trip to Bummerville the whole weekend, because it was full of so many great things and people.
how to be happy when your marathon plans fall through:
*go running. like, for myself: no race pressure, no other people, no expectations. any running is a victory for me these days, so i consider this past weekend a huge success: a 2-miler on a treadmill on Saturday and two hilly 5-6 milers on Sunday and Monday. all were painful, especially in the beginning, and i had a few walking bouts in miles 1-2 and did a little screaming at the sky and bemoaned that i’d never be able to run pain-free again. but i forced myself to work it out and push through the pain until it dulled, and although they were slower than i’d have liked, they were huge steps in the right direction.
*shopping date with mom. this is always a good idea, for every reason in the world. especially when you’re shopping for things like shoes and Halloween costume parts for a DIY costume endeavor. new Converse, a pair of moccasins (aka the world’s comfiest feet protectors) and some white clothes with a lot of canvas potential later, i was a happy girl.
*pumpkin beer date with dad. immediately succeeding a shopping date with mom = great pairing. nothing like back-to-back parent dates to make my Saturday love-full. and the place not only had Magic Hat’s Wilhelm Scream, but she also gave me a cinnamon-sugar rim. right in every way.
lil sneak preview: