The crazy spreads;
So remember how I told you that the buses in Rochester have names? I just saw one named Marcus and two minutes later saw another named Darius and seriously thought, “Huh, I wonder if they’re related,”.
Really, Lydia? Really?
I don’t even understand how I forgot to post yesterday. My mood was unbreakable. Hans Zimmer and Frank and friends were the soundtrack, so duh - happy. No one infuriated me about pliers. No one called me perfect, either but that’s ok, you can only expect it so much in a week. I did my speed playlist for the first time all the way through. That shit was hard. And then I had risotto which I somehow managed to put too much salt in.
But as I said, yesterday’s happiness was to be conquered by none. :-)
Vamos a por Viernesssss!
Catching up on good days.
[45/100] back from a long weekend home. I made awesome time Monday morning, it’s nice making the four hour drive when the sky is not shitting on you. I didn’t die or kill anyone at work, my new curtains are up and my bench is draped in her lovely cushions.
[46/100] Really rough day. Post-rough day run and I felt better about everything. Except my thighs, but that’s normal.
[47/100] An all around good day to make up for yesterday’s roughness. Things went rather smoothly, kicked my feet up for a second (at 5:29 when I was changing my shoes to leave. Didn’t go that smoothly).
Nothing too new, nothing too exciting. So we beat on.
"I always get excited when all you girls are coming home. And then you get here. And I’m like ‘oh’."
All under one roof, time to see how crazy we can drive mom. (at Home)
Also this bed.
This bed is everything. Happiness. Comfort. Respite. Huge. Everything.
No lydias were harmed in the documentation of this happiness. No other highway passerby were harmed either. Safety first.
let’s list the happy things;
- I had my first Reese’s Eggs of the season
I wore my white polka dot pants today, which means spring has officially sprung!
- It was also 70 degrees…which could have to do with that spring feeling.
- My run was awesome (eat my dust, zombies!)
I had a beautiful salad for dinner (but I forgot to wash my spinach)
- It was the last day of a short work week.
It’s also National Sibling Day
- Tomorrow I’m going home to see three siblings when I only thought I was going to get to see two!!
- All in all, I’m feeling pretty darn good.
- Happiness. Because it’s nice to end on ten. :)
I’m homeward bound this weekend. Hanging with moms. At the home depot. Man, I love her.
Also, please note the previous melodramatic subject line, “My world is falling apart”…all her. Which makes her that much more endearing.
Technically, I failed my workout and was eaten by superfast imaginary zombies because I decided that I didn’t want to train for speed today (hi, shin splints) and that if I just slowed down and ran 15 minutes longer that it would all even out. Besides, I’m not sold on this world war z hoodoo.
Way to go for the hard stuff, Lydia.
So did I really deserve to eat so well after such a cop-out?
You know, I’m not going to put that much thought into it…
But you’re not loading on Bartholomoo. You’re not loading anywhere. :(
It’s the True Detective finale all over again. I might just cut my losses and go to sleep.
Seriously though, hbo, learn. Evolve.