Weekend Recap – home, 5K fail, baby birthday party.

On Friday I made the trek up to Rockwall (suburb of Dallas) to hang out with the family and go to my friend Merritt’s son (Mason’s) FIRST birthday party.  Shane had a lot to do, so he stayed in H-town – funny how much faster I can make the trip without stopping for two dogs AND going over the speed limit (like 5mph over, relax).  Tons of traffic getting out of Houston, as always, so I made it in 4 hours flat.

I always like a good race when traveling, so on a whim I signed up for Race for the Cure in Plano.  I’m not a huge fan of the Komen organization, but I figured that at least part of my money would go to a good cause.  My friend Valerie signed up too.  Here we are looking ready-ish to run:

I had high hopes of PR’ing but the heat was like, BAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA no.  It was just too hot and I blew up after the first mile.  It’s so hard for me to keep myself going – I need to work on that.  I finished in 26 minutes and change – 8:22 pace.  Not so hot for a 5K for me; I ranked 8 out of 42.  Ah well.  We meandered over to Original Pancake House for breakfast and then barely made it in time for me to get my car out of the garage (we only had between 10:30 and 11 to pick up cars – wth???).  And on that note, I want to RANT RANT RANT about how disorganized this race was, but it’s a waste of time.  Here are my top 2 complaints:  1) While I appreciate the time that the volunteers give, NONE of them knew ANYTHING about the race.  We were standing in line for 20 minutes – the wrong lines.  Tons of people in the wrong lines, and nobody could explain why there were other lines.  2) No results booth? You have an awards ceremony; the rest of us want our times too.   – ok, that’s all.

Saturday was a really lazy day.  I had been feeling pretty sorry for myself on the ride up, which doesn’t look good on anyone.  I’m just in a post-IM funk – it’s common to get depressed after a big race.  It’s like this huge thing that you have built up in your mind.  Now that it’s over, I’m like…well now what?  And lately I feel like I’m being taken advantage of in some friendships.  My mom thinks I have unreasonable expectations of friends and says that if I expect nothing from people then I’ll never be disappointed.  Well, I can’t operate that way.  I give a lot of myself to my relationships and while I don’t expect others to give as much, I expect them to give a little.  A one-sided friendship is not a friendship. Vague, I know, but there are a few different situations cropping up from which I just want to remove myself – or remedy the situation.

So Saturday night I opted to stay in.  I just wasn’t up for driving into Dallas and sitting in a bar screaming conversation at my friends.  Pass.  Had enchiladas with the family and watched a movie – very relaxing!

On Sunday, Marisa, J, Val, and I went to Buzzbrews for brunch.  I had never been there before, and this location was right down the street from where I lived in Uptown.  Funny.  Migas and mimosas?  Top notch.  Service was a little slow, but worth it.

Had to make it back to R-wall in time for Mason’s birthday party.  The little guy is so cute and gives me a touch of the baby fever, I’ll admit.  With the birthday boy:

My face looks like that because my sister was taking like 30 pictures so she could get one of Mason smiling.  I was sick of taking pictures so that’s my strained omg-stop smile.  I mean, that’s just the way my face looks.

Made it back to Houston in record time – 3.5 hours!  I love the 75mph speed limit on I-45.  That means that I do 80 the whole way.  It’s glorious.

Lots of fun stuff going on this week.  We started book club back up and had a group of 11 at Mary Ann’s house last night to pick books!  I’m very excited about the first one – Just Kids by Patti Smith.  Coaches’ meeting tonight, wine with the girls tomorrow, Father’s Day dinner with Shane’s parents on Thursday, and a comedy show on Friday.  Busy, busy.  Trying to stay busy and just move forward out of my funk.  Stupid post-race blues!