Monday already huh? I hope everyone had a great weekend. I feel like this was the first weekend that we have lived in Chicago and had both good weather and enough time to get out and really explore/enjoy the city.
Saturday morning we had an early group run. This week was 12 miles, which was the longest distance for many. Others have done a half marathon before, but let’s admit it, 12 miles is just about as close to a half as you can get. So you can imagine what a big deal this run was; our first big hurdle. The weather also thought it would be really funny and get super humid just as we started our run. But everyone hung in there and got their miles in.
The humidity did make the end of the run a struggle for many. As we were coming up to the final 2-3 miles (the hardest part of just about any run) I had the chance to chat with several runners. Some were getting a second wind, and others were just ready for this whole thing to be over with. In an attempt to find a silver lining I said, “We only have two miles to go and then you have 48 hours of no running!”
I kind of shocked myself with that statement. I had never thought about it like that. It has been awhile since I really looked forward to my day off in that way. When I first started running I would do three miles every morning, six days a week and then take a rest day. Boy did I look forward to that rest, mostly because at the time I hated running. Now I could easily run ten days in a row before taking a rest (but I know better). Sometimes when you really get into running, taking that rest day can be a difficult thing to do. Or if you are like me and eat a ton of tortilla chips and enchiladas you wake up on your day off and want to throw on the shoes to reverse the damage you did the night before!
Thinking about finishing that long run and having a 48 hour break had me thinking a lot about days off. It was going to be a beautiful weekend. Perhaps we should find a way to enjoy it.
When I arrived back home I took a nice little nap. I woke up and had some lunch and then guess what I did? I took another nap! Then my husband and I did something we haven’t done in at least a year. We sat on the couch and watched a movie. By the way, if you haven’t seen “Gravity” I highly recommend it.
Then after I had spent most of the day sitting on my butt (or sleeping) we decided to head out and explore our neighborhood. We weren’t sure where we were headed but we decided we would pick a place for dinner on a whim. That’s where the tortilla chips and enchiladas came into play. We ended up at Garcia’s in Lincoln Square where we had a delicious splurge dinner…..and a giant margarita. Yum. On our way home we stopped at a local pub for a microbrew. And then I slept some more!
When I was younger and lived at home I would have an occasional day where I would sleep really late or take a long nap during the day. I commented about the guilt I felt from this to my mom. I remember her telling me not to worry about it, my body probably needed the rest. This is a good rule to remember. Over the past week I logged 51 miles and started my Saturday off with a 4:50am wake up call. If your body wants to rest, let it take a rest.
Sunday morning was a fun adventure for us. When I was a little girl my grandparents had several exchange students live with them at different times. Two of their exchange students stick in my memories even though they visited us when I was between the ages of 2-6 years old. Jean-Marc was from Belgium and after he lived with my grandparents for a year he continued to come back for many summers. He continues to make nearly annual visits with his wife and daughter. I think of him as one of my uncles.
Laurent was another exchange student who came from France. I was four when he lived with my grandparents. It was a difficult time for everyone as my grandmother was very sick with cancer but in true Besaw family fashion, they still made his stay a special one. I remember his high school graduation and eating caviar with champagne (sparking grape juice) and feeling like high society. But my best memory is from a summer camping trip when Laurent taught my brother and I to take a strand of spaghetti and let it hang out of our mouths, then pretend to twist our ears as we slurped the noodle into our mouths. My mom was mortified and we loved it!
As luck would have it both men were in Michigan visiting our family last week and Laurent made a trip down to Chicago over the weekend. Yesterday I had the chance to meet my other uncle that I hadn’t seen in nearly 30 years. We met at the Chicago Zoo with his wife and children and a few of their friends. I hadn’t ever been to the zoo, so I got to be a tourist with them. It was a beautiful day and a great reunion.
From there we wandered the five miles home together and then enjoyed a nice evening. It was our one year wedding anniversary and we celebrated with a casual dinner. Last year at our wedding we came back to our suite to find a small bottle of cava waiting for us. We had already had enough to drink that night and we were exhausted so we took that bottle with us. I recently found it and put it on ice. It was the perfect way to end our night since we didn’t save any of our cake. Hey you know I have a major sweet tooth!
It was a lovely casual evening and weekend. We had a great time together. We exchanged some small gifts. When we were up in Wisconsin I was shopping with friends and came across this paper weight. It was perfect because the traditional gift for the first anniversary is paper and my husband’s name was on it……
How was your weekend? Did you do anything special to enjoy your day off?