Friday night friend and blogger Kim came in from Houston and we stayed up late visiting. She came up to Dallas to run the Hottest Half out at White Rock. I was excited to have her stay with me - she's so much fun to be around! I will say that Saturday morning as I was standing in the kitchen in my pajamas the thought did cross my mind, "Hmm, I've never spent over a couple of hours with her (twice actually) and yet here she is, some woman I met through blogging, staying in my house." Wasn't weird because I love Kim and trust her NOT to be a crazy person, but I can see how it would sound on the news now...ha!
Saturday morning I hosted my friends for brunch. Who doesn't love brunch? It was great to have the house full of people I love and laughter. We had a great time!
We enjoyed delicious little quiches (thanks to Lance for the recipe!) and all sorts of girly foods. Morgan brought her jewelry for us to play dress up with! That woman has such great style - she was able to pick out just the right piece for everyone's outfit.
We spent the rest of Saturday just enjoying catching up and being very, very silly. Kim is the most fun and it totes felt like a sleepover from junior high!
Even though we got to bed very late (again) this time we had to be up early. Kim was running the Hottest Half so I decided kinda last minute to sign up too. Coach Swimmifer (and ruler of all things training related) told me under no uncertain terms was I to race this (or any other races I may or may not have signed up for this month.) She was clear that I'm to use these as training only. Ever the obedient student, I obliged. It was very freeing to not worry about time! I tried to keep it under 10:30, nice and slow and just got my miles in. It lived up to it's name but I had a really good run.
Although, still not able to eat Shot Bloks anymore. I sucked on 4 and spat out 4. Side note, I am surprisingly a very accurate Shot Blok shooter. Waste of nutrition. Being that it was only a half I didn't worry much about not being able to eat. Trust me, I made up for it post race.
Found Derek at the start line. Usually my goal if I'm racing with him is to keep an eye on him and hang back just a bit. He's got some great ink on his calves so it's pretty easy for me to spot him ahead of me! He hasn't run a half since 1997 and boy howdy did he take off today! (don't let that fool you though, he's an ultra runner through and through, halfs are warm ups for him!) I let him go at his 8 min pace but caught up with him after the finish line.
Y'all I promise I wear clothes sometimes. Really, I do. It's just Africa hot here and once your dry wick shirt is soaked, it doesn't do much good. So why bother? Blue Eyed Runner recently posted about an underwear run. I think I was the only person that commented that I actually would do that. I have no shame when it's this hot.
Kim was walking the race so I had time to wander around, say hey to all my friends and enjoy the post race festivities. Free food! I had chips and salsa at Freebirds, Muscle Milk and a Popsicle. Oh yes, and about 8 bottles of water. No lie. There was a really good cover band, The Supinators, so I laid in the grass for about an hour drinking my chocolate Muscle Milk and enjoying the music. Any group that can bust out Tom Petty followed by some Texas Country (which, is very different from a lot the commercialized stuff coming out of Nashville) is dope in my book. Like the dork I am, I was the only one whooping and clapping after each song. C'mon people!
Okay, can I just say how PROUD I am of Kim? This girl walked almost the entire thing. Now I'm here to tell you, that walking a half marathon and being out there for so long, is much harder than running it in half the time. She was out there when the sun was beating down and she never stopped. Tenacity! I waited for her for a while and then starting running the course backwards to find her and run her in. Let's just say that she didn't really want to run it in, but as I told her, "There's no walking in running." And run it in she did. Those runners at the end have to most heart. The band had finished playing the vendors were packing up their swag but the volunteers (and enthusiastic spectators still in the beer tent) all put their hands together and brought Kim in with style. My heart was warmed to hear all the whooping! She's a rockstar in my book!
Earlier Sunday morning as I watched the last of the sunrise at White Rock Lake, I decided that I wanted to watch the sun set there too. So, sending Kim on her way back home, I hit my favorite hour and half yoga class then packed Helen in the car and headed back to White Rock. I tried to time it just right that I could get in about 30 miles and watch the sun set as I finished.
Let me also mention, that this would be my longest ride clipped in. I've taken her around the hood and up to the high school to ride in a field as Michael suggested. I thought the lake might be a good place because there are so many cyclists out there, hopefully they wouldn't make too much fun if I fell. Surely they've all been there before? Of course, they'd prolly just leave me there too. It would be Monday morning and I'm lying hurt and tangled, still clipped in and the early morning riders would see me and think, "Oh, that sucks." And then keep pedaling.
Worried that getting clipped in in the first place would be a sight, I carefully weighed which side of the car to make my first attempt. One side was a group of guys doing who knows what, the other was a couple getting friendly on a park bench. I figured they were too interested in each other to notice me flailing around.
I managed to get going without too much effort and guess what? I didn't fall once! Woo to the hoo! (which means it is still coming...) But even better than not falling, a cyclist actually spoke to me. On purpose. And not to cuss me out. (that actually happened this morning during the race...) I was riding along, minding my own business and behind me I hear, "You think you got enough pink on today?" We chatted for a bit and then he took off. Gobsmacked. Not one f-bomb in the entire convo. Not once did he glare at me and flip me off. He was actually nice! They exist! I saw him again later as he was packing up his ride and he waved and called out, "Bye Ms Pink!" Imagine that, a nice cyclist. Well, I never.
Timing my mileage so I would finish up in time to enjoy the sunset I managed to get it just right. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Sitting on the hood of my car, I watched the sun sink behind the city skyline, changing from orange to pink to finally, a purply blue. In the stillness of new night, I reflected on the past week and the joys it brought and I looked forward to the week and weeks ahead. My life is full with blessings; I used this hour or so to voice my gratitude for each and every one of them. It was the perfect way to end a great weekend. I may just have to make these sunset rides a weekly event!
What was the best part of your weekend?