Of course, the biggest training weekend of the season was also a busy one. Isn't that way it always goes?
I ended up having to do my long run on Sunday instead of, my preferred, Saturday.
Twenty two miles on Mother's Day? Ugh. At least I was guaranteed a nap. Silver linings, right?
Megan and I started at 6am. We ran a 12 mile loop, stopped at our cars to refill water bottles then went back out for a 10 mile loop. I won't lie. It wasn't easy. Actually, the last 9 miles pretty much sucked. It was daylight, not my preferred vampire conditions, and the busy day on Saturday was catching up to me...there was a little more than a little whining coming from both of us.
At mile 20.5, I was in the business of getting it done. I picked up the pace and I wasn't stopping until my watch said 22.
Randy asked me what I wanted to do for Mother's Day. I gave him my list of requests:
1. Run (a lot)
2. Sausage for breakfast
3. Turkey Sandwich for lunch
5. Martini in bed immediately following said nap
There was no number 6. I figured after running 22 miles that morning, I'd be half drunk after the first martini and wouldn't care what we had for dinner.
Number 1-4 went off without a hitch. I sent Randy a text when I finished the run and he sent one back saying that he was starting the sausage. I found a copy cat recipe for the sauce on Panera's Sierra Turkey Sandwich. Randy made the sauce and I had a Sierra sandwich in my PJs right before my eyes got heavy. The Little Ladies tucked me into bed and snuggled with me for a bit while I napped.
When I woke up from my nap, Randy was mowing the lawn, so I didn't get my martini delivered to my bed, but I did get a delicious Pineapple Upside Down Cake martini when he finished.
Ok, I had two.
Randy and the Ladies prepped, cooked and cleaned up dinner: porterhouse on the grill, sauteed green beans, mashed potatoes, salad and garlic bread. (Carb reload? Yes, please.)
I was still in my PJs.
Every peak weekend should be Mother's Day.