Ride, Drink, Run

It is not my fault I never want to return to work on Monday. My friends spoil me all weekend long, and I have come to expect that every day should be like a weekend.

Laura found this old picture of us from a year or so ago on her cell phone last night, so I had to post it :)

Saturday we met up for a "girls" ride. Both Laura and Deb were in town so we needed to catch up! You know the guys love our company, so of course they crashed the party and we let them tag along. I ended up getting a good 70 miles in with the teammates. Too bad Jarred was racing Sunday, or I am sure he would have been happy to ride with the girls as well :)

This time of year some of my teammates are still just working back into the bike- steady, moderate, and social. It has been a good way for me to start building my miles back up, and this week I got in about 155. I have not been out to Trinity or Peddler yet this year and hopefully will get back out there and hammer soon. I love that I have so many ride options and so many friends and athletes that are always open to helping me be a better rider.

I debated all day long with myself the following- at what time would it be appropriate to start drinking wine on a beautiful Saturday? Michelle B. made the decision too easy for me when I went by her house to pick up some gear. My little errand turned into a couple of hours drinking wine and talking on the porch. It was a gorgeous day.
And you know how these nights always turn out. Next thing you know I have convinced Alyson and Laura to go out. And then Michelle happened to be a block away so we bar hopped.... Apparently it was a SUPER FULL MOON last night, as Alyson, NASA nerd, informed us. That must have been why I was in such a good mood last night- so good I even agreed to go to Boscos (one of my least favorite bars in Memphis).

The four of us had these great plans to run the trails Sunday morning. Alyson and Laura got up on time (the eager beavers). Michelle and I were the last to wake up and respond to the text messaging wake-up calls. We didn't get out there until 10:45....and the temps were in the 80s for the first time this year. Thank goodness I have flexible friends that are willing to wait on my lazy, tired butt for a run.

So- the 4 of us hit the trail...all a little tired or hungover in our own way. And wouldn't you know, I was the only one to bring water on the run. By mile 5, the water had disappeared into 4 thirsty mouths.

So, the equation:
4 girls +1 bottle of water +85 degree heat+ 0 SPF since no one remembered sunscreen + 1 drink too many (at least for me) + 3 am in the morning at Raifords (that was Michelle) = 10 fantastic, dehydrated miles on the trails with friends.

That was a great weekend. I am finally getting some water and coffee in me. I am sure I am completely sunburned and will feel fried later in the day. It is time to go and clean my bike and get ready for the crazy work week ahead. If only I could figure out some sort of job where I could work every day with my friends and make every day like my weekend....