Friday night we had a party to go to. It was on the other side of town, and one of my more favorite restaurants - Ya Ya's Bistro - happened to be on the way. I think that was just fate saying we needed to stop in for a happy hour drink. So we did.
Our friends met up with us as well since they were going to the same shindig. Ya Ya's had an amazing Pumpkin Pie Martini, very similar to one my sister and I concocted a few years back that I called Pumpkin Pie Bliss. I figured since I was still celebrating my Birthday Week, I could splurge.
Saturday morning I got up to get in my long run for the week. It was cold, windy and rather dreary. Amy and I ran for about 2.5 miles together so that helped. She had started her run much earlier, so I finished the rest of my miles solo.
I know it's totally irrational, but I was really starting to get flat out angry with the wind. And when I didn't think the wind could be worse, it started to rain on me. But, I stuck it out (have I mentioned that I'm stubborn) and got in my 11 miles.
Next up was a trip to our hometown. My dad was having our Thanksgiving lunch early.
|Please notice the ball to the left in the air|
After we got back, we didn't have much time until our next event. My friend Amy was having people over. Luckily, we could just walk over there, so no stress about being late.
Sarena's amazingly fantastic flatbread recipe adding in kalamata olives and basil and topped with caramelized onions and daiya. Such a super simple but super flavorful recipe.
I was so completely wiped out after being so busy, that I slept until 8 on Sunday. Even better, I felt zero guilt about sleeping in. And if Maddie hadn't started to demand breakfast, then I might have stayed in bed even longer.
Our temps took a huge nose dive. Sunday's high was barely 35 degrees with windchills in the 20's. Because it was cold, this meant I could procrastinate on my run. I did a few house chores before finally deciding it was time to brave the cold and the wind. I swear the wind gods have been against me.
When I set out, the windchill was 17 degrees. Definitely my coldest run so far this year. It's crazy, we had such a mild winter last year that I forgot how it even felt to run in that temp. Of course my core warmed up quickly, but my fact was frozen the entire time. I am pretty sure I have wind burn now after 2 days of cold, windy runs. But, I managed to get in a really nice 7-mile run despite the weather.
Thankfully, Sunday balanced out the other half of the weekend in that it was much more low-key. I did have to go get groceries, but it was fairly uneventful. I made some homemade ciabatta bread, more spaghetti sauce and pressed out tofu for the week.
How was your weekend? Balanced?