This past weekend, there was the last long (12 mile) run.
And on that run, there were some casualties.
First day on my new feet, you guys.
One day, maybe the fairy of grace and coordination will bless me with some skills.
For now, I’ll be nursing my wounds while trying to stop calling to my mom to cry to her about how “my boo-boos really, really hurt.” Which may or may have not been how I spent my Sunday.
Fortunately, wine heals all. At least, Wine Fest did.
Other than the part when I introduced my face to the sidewalk.
Rewind to Friday night: Right after my field hockey game, Colleen arrived in a flurry of excitement and hugs. It was that night that Colleen was introduced to the drink of Virginia Beach – the orange crush.
And it got two big tumbs up.
We went date-style and ordered the exact same dish – goat cheese pesto chicken with a side of sweet potato fries. Aaaand a dessert of froyo. I was way too hungry to bother with a picture before it was scarfed down.
Fast-forward to 7:30 a.m. on Saturday, when I headed out for a quick 4 miler before scooping Colleen to do 8 more (her PDR of 8 miles; my last long run of 12 miles..wahoo!). As I was jammin to a new playlist and dodging innocent passersby, my hands and knee decided they’d prefer to be scraped along the sidewalk rather than happily bouncing along to T-Pain.
Don’t worry, after I turned around and passed the people who watched me eat it right in front of them, I told them to “watch out for that sidewalk.” They were warned of its evils.
I now feel less awesome.
Colleen, ready for me to skip in the house and tell her it was time to go do 8 miles, was a little alarmed when the first words out of my mouth were “…does blood bother you?”
Fortunately, she dealt, I dealt, and after 8 more miles and a quick shower (ouch. “whoever invented steam sucks!“), we were in our happy place.
Colleen sported some extra bLyss Designs inventory.
‘Twas quite the special day, as October Wine Fest marks the two year anniversary of Lisa-Marie and my friendship. We celebrated over lots of fruity wine and cheese and crackers.
Colleen fit right in with the group from the start. I was right… we totally are twins.
My lawyer friends don’t dress the part or anything.
The saddest part of the day was when it was all over. It’s like the day after Christmas.
P.S. I do not recommend demonstrating field hockey defensive stance with a large gash on your knee.
P.P.S. I do not recommend washing your hair with the gash on your hand.
P.P.P.S. I do not recommend attempting to remove band-aid from knee gash while running 4 miles two days after. You just might miss the bandaid and scratch the crap out of your open wound.
Like I said, I don’t feel awesome. I don’t care if you call me a baby, either.