This past weekend was an absolute BLAST! I flew out to the Wild West to see friend, fellow runner and blogger, Pace Runner. I arrived late Thursday night and we honestly talked for hours, staying up until the point that I had been awake for 22 hours. The next morning we woke up early and went for a run/hike in the mountainous desert. It was beautiful! I was amazed by the wildlife. We hiked all the way to the top of one mountain, the ran pretty much full force down. A few times we lost our footing, but luckily caught our balance before tumbling.
Friday was filled with sightseeing and shopping. Friday night we had lots more girl talk. Her hubby was kind enough to get us some wine and Tai food- sooooo delicious. The air was warm, but so dry. I hardly sweated the entire weekend, a welcomed change from this sauna.
Saturday morning we went and ran along the canal. I was so inspired to see so many people out exercising- running, biking, and walking. It warmed up quickly, but because the air was so dry, I wasn't dripping wet at the end of our 12 miler. (Mine was actually closer to 13 b/c we split up at the turn around and I got lost coming back. LOL.) I also got to meet a few of Pace's running acquaintances after our run. Next we went to a gorgeous spa and enjoy a real day of relaxation. It was the first time I had ever done anything like this and it was fabulous. We ate some more great food and then worked on our tan by the pool for a little while.
Saturday was another night of girl talk. We went to a trendy little sushi place where we made complete pigs of ourselves on sushi and wine. Followed by the enjoyment of some music. Sunday morning we had to get up early for me to catch my flight back home.
Wouldn't you know my luck? I got back to Birmingham (a 3 hour drive to my house) and my car wouldn't start. After a few words that I don't think are appropriate for this blog, I called K and here's the short conversation we had:
Me: The car won't work.
Him: What do you mean?
Me: I mean it won't start.
Him: What is it doing?
Him: When you turn the key it won't do anything?
Me: That's correct.
Him: Hmmmm, definitely the battery. I bet you left the light on again.
He was right. Once the car got started, I apparently had left on the interior light AND the headlights. Ha. I mean, who but me actually leaves on their HEADLIGHTS? Duh.
Luckily, the security men at the airport we able to jump the car off in record time and I was on my way. In summary, I had a super, duper girls' weekend. Nothing is better than spending time with a special friend, especially one as sweet and kind as Pace Runner.
In regards to running, I spent the entire flight home planning my own training for the Hartford Marathon. Check back in a few days to read my comments on that. I know you'll be on the edge of your seats. Ha, ha!
Run strong, friends!