I feel fantastic today, and I have no idea why. I drank half a bottle of wine last night (plus a martini, shhh) and was up past midnight, which would normally mean that I would feel fine but wouldn't feel GREAT on Monday morning. And that's just it, I don't feel fine, I feel AWESOME. Whatev, I'll take it.
So running update. I did 10K (6.2 miles) on Friday afternoon (and took FIVE minutes of my time from the last time I did it), and then on Sunday I did the dreaded speed work. It really wasn't that bad. I ran a quarter of a mile at a pace 10% faster than my usual pace. Then I rested for 90 seconds, and ran another quarter of a mile at the faster pace. Blah blah blah, repeat 8 times. It totally appealed to my short attention span, and my love of fairly-instant gratification. I think I will do a 5K run tonight and hopefully I will set a new best time for myself.
The weekend was great. Friday night we went to a hockey game with Scott and Jessica and a bunch of their friends. It was a really good time. I spent Saturday doing some yard work. Nothing major, some raking and stump killing and general spring stuff. I also stained some mirrors that I got last weekend that I think will look great on the wall once they are stained and arranged nicely (there are 9 of them). On Sunday I cleaned like I was in a meth commercial. Our remodel left so much dust around, so I cleaned the whole downstairs and now I won't be ashamed to have Melissa over tonight and Jessica over tomorrow night.
At one point on Saturday evening I was in the back yard staining those mirrors, and Chris was breaking up some cement with a sledgehammer. Our (new) neighbor stuck her head out the window and was all "Oh my god, you scared me, that is shaking our house!" We laughed and introduced ourselves, and I almost explained that I was doing a little art project which was SO not like me, and then I realized that I was also wearing an apron that I sewed myself and holy shit, maybe this IS like me. So I kept my mouth shut. It was really nice to finally meet them, though, and I hope we get to know them better because they have a great front porch that I would really like to be invited to drink beer on.
Monday, April 21, 2008
My name is Ami. I'm 29, East Indian, and from Iowa. I married a cowboy named Chris in 2007, and we live in Salt Lake City, UT, where we both work as engineers. We live in an old POS house that we love more than it deserves with our two cats, Roxy and Hillary. Click the "About Me" link below if you're just dying to know more.
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4 Comments:
Maybe we should offer them a porch at our "backyard oasis".
And, yes, I did just call it that. I'm white!
I know, hon. Ooooooh, how I know.
So more importantly Martha, are the neighbors cool?
Yes, they were super cool. She's really art-y, you'll see the flowers in her yard and on her porch next time you're over. She totally out Marthas me.
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