My failure is my unaccomplished 10 mile run on Saturday on. But, before that, here’s to the weekend.
Homemade beverage – 1 part Loopy vodka (it tastes like Fruit Loops, have you ever had it?? Dannnng!), 2 parts orange juice and some raspberries! I promised Her Happy Balance I’d ship her some but I drank them all. Sorry girl! 🙂
My goal was 10 miles this Saturday.
It didn’t happen.
I wish I could get this out without being gross, but I can’t. Hey, don’t read if you can’t hang. I was at mile 5 feeling grand, fine, great, outstanding. The Senator was feeling great too – I think it had everything to do with the weather. However once mile 5 hit, I had that yucky feeling in my tummy and couldn’t keep going. I managed to get almost 6.5 miles until my boyfriend came and got me and took me home (how embarrassing.). Sighhhh. Next weekend. This is why I’m officially a failure. I’m hoping for redemption soon. Ha.
What made it even worse, for me, was how truly great I felt out there. I was happy and confident that I could reach my goal, but my body wanted something else. While it’s frustrating to not achieve my goal, I’m focusing on how great it just felt to be out there running – just me and The Senator.
Later that night, I went to dinner and an art show with some of the best friends and boyfriend in the whole wide world.
I mayyyy or may not NEED Instagram rehabilitation. I’m addicted. Sorry. After dinner we went to RAW Atlanta, an art show for all different kinds of mediums. My friend Sydney had her own little show – it was so cool!
For someone like me, with no artistic abilities, seeing art like this makes me speechless. Such talent.
After that, I went out to celebrate a friend’s 30th birthday! Woohoo!!
And all day Sunday was spent with The Senator. The boyfriend and I took him to the river for the day and he was in heaven! The hike was exquisite and peaceful, and it didn’t hurt that it was gorgeous outside.
Sometimes it’s nice to just be enveloped in nature, no?
Needless to say, The Senator was a mess upon leaving.
He LOVES mud. It’s bizarre. Nothing about him is masculine, except this.
As Mollie said, #rugged.
Then, this weekend, I made his name official. I took the plunge and after much internal deliberation, decided to make him THE Senator.
And yes, that’s dog bling. My dog is fancy, K?
Anyone else out there have a good run this weekend?
What’s your favorite thing to do on a beautiful Sunday afternoon?
Are you an artist? Share, share, share!