Tuesday, January 01, 2013
I started yesterday with a run on the treadmill--I'm not looking at mileage yet, just going for time. It's still a mixture of run and walk, but it's movement at least.
Last night, Brad came over for a while and I made lemon and prosciutto stuffed pork loin and asparagus for dinner and made a parfait of sorts with fresh raspberries, vanilla ice cream, and champagne in a champagne glass for dessert. The dinner was amazing. Parts of the dessert were good, but I think that it would have been better with better champagne. No one had the stuff I used to buy in stock :( Overall a pretty good meal.
We didn't do anything special, just hung out together, watched Top Gear, laughed a lot, and watched the ball drop. We talked about maybe next year going somewhere festive for a big party, but I don't know how keen either of us are on doing that. Neither of us are big party people--it tends to be fairly awkward for both of us, me moreso than him. So we'll see--we caught a lot of flak from friends about the fact that we chose to stay home. They just don't understand that sometimes quiet nights together are better...
I made a breakfast casserole for breakfast last night--eggs, hashbrowns, cheese, bacon. I have breakfast for another week and a half in leftovers. It was pretty good this morning and nice to wake up to the smell of bacon :P
Brad had a meeting this morning (which was an absolute waste of his time he found out today) so he went back to his parent's house rather than staying here. In almost 20 years, he has NEVER slept here--it's an argument when he wants to have plans with me anyway; his parents feel that his focus should be the business and only the business--something always becomes a crisis when we make plans when he's down here from WP. I really don't know if they realize they do it--it's just become habit for them. He did bring his slippers here though and made a point to ask if they can live here, so there's progress at least. So now I have a pair of size 12 Ugg slippers under my coffee table.
I spent today being a slug. I got up and had my casserole breakfast, showered and got dressed, and then didn't do a lot else. I ran a load of laundry and got the dishes into the dishwasher and done. It felt good, though at about 3 I started feeling guilty. Lillie (one of my two cats) and I laid around together--she is a great snuggler.
I initially said I would go to school tomorrow. We aren't supposed to go back till the 3rd for a work day, but I was going to go in and spend several hours. Screw it. I want my break. All of it.
I signed up to run the Colfax Half in May. It's a little over 20 weeks away. I have told you guys and Brad...no one else knows. And I don't think I am going to share it. What I've noticed is that while some are supportive, encouraging, and kind, others fall into one of two categories:
1. The "Why on earth would you even think that's a good idea--that's such a waste of money--you are so out of shape you'll never make it" group
2. The "Here, let me nag you to death about it and question everything you eat and do" group
And frankly, I don't think that I want to deal with either group.
So, tonight I will eat well and tomorrow, I will have a run and run some errands and then come home and work, enjoying my last day of break. I might work some tonight as well....or I might maintain my slug status.