I seriously meant to update this weekend but then, well, I didn’t.
After posting Friday morning I went out for a run. I planned on six miles but y’all, I could have run forever. It was one of those magical mornings where everything felt great and effortless. I seriously loved it but I did the smart thing and stopped at 7 miles because I had a long run planned for Saturday.
But it was seriously one of those runs that makes you fall in love with running and I wish that I could give that run and a name and tell it how much I loved it.
The kid did a super sweet thing for me and took my iPhone to the Apple Store. It has never worked perfectly and since the warranty is about to expire he insisted on getting a replacement for me. It was the sweetest gesture ever but of course I am an idiot and never remember passwords to any of my apps so it took me most of the afternoon and evening to get everything back up.
So while I was playing around with my iPhone I remembered that I had a gift card from the jewelry store I shop at frequently for some absolutely free pearl earrings. Yes, free! So the kid and I headed off to the mall where I got my beautiful earrings and maybe some other stuff…
I am loved! In fact, I love myself so much that I bought myself a ruby necklace too. Don’t judge. I couldn’t leave the store with just a pair of free earrings could I? No, I couldn’t.
After the jewelry buying and iPhone setting upping I was hungry so the kid and I decided to hit up chick-Fil-A. A little back story here. Two years ago, I convinced MacGyver to go to Chick-Fil-A with me because he thinks they’re way too expensive for a chain restaurant and he doesn’t think the food is all that great. No, really.
Anyway, we went there a few years ago and son-of-a-bitch, MacGyver found a hair in his sandwich! It was disgusting. The manager apologized, gave him another sandwich, and coupons for a free meal because you know, after finding a hair in your food, you definitely want to come back for a free meal. Those coupons turned to dust they sat in my purse for so long.
Anyway, I knew it would take hell fire and a miracle to get him back to chick-fil-a but when the kid and I called him and said we were going to stop there he actually said he’d like a sandwich too. Too bad when he started to take his first bite he spotted a thick black hair!
I wish I was kidding.
Son-of-a-bitch chick-fil-a! WTF? So, MacGyver will never eat there again, ever. The kid and I took the food back, got a refund, and went to Wendy’s because, Frosty’s. Unfortunately, I will have nightmares about Chick-Fil-A for weeks as I try to detox from the sweet tea, or as I like to call it, the nectar of the Gods.
Anywho, on Saturday morning I got up bright and early ready to nail my 10 miles.
Wouldn’t you know by 4 in the afternoon the raging migraine set in. I don’t know y’all, I’m trying so hard not to get upset but nothing I do seems to work. And to make matters worse, I think I probably exacerbate them due to my stress over getting one. It just plain sucks and I sound like a broken record but I just don’t know what else to try. I’m not giving up, just venting. Anyway, based on Saturday I decided not to run on Sunday and instead I did a simulated hike on my treadmill. It wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t running….
On Sunday I finally made it over to the salon and got my janky eyebrows waxed. Just in time for the super bowl, (is superbowl one word or two)? I didn’t really watch too much of the game but my girl Bey killed it at half time with formation, I got chills. She just killed it.
I spent much of the super bowl setting up the new computer I got two months ago, you know, because I love remembering passwords so much….
And that was pretty much the gist of my weekend.
What did you do? Did you watch the Superbowl?
Did you run?
Are you a migraine sufferer?