Ugh, I’ve been slacking even with these weekly wrap-up posts. My apologies to what I assume are the 1-3 of you who actually read my ramblings. Let’s blame holidays and home projects as opposed to my laziness, k?
The lack of writing might also reflect what I’ve realized is an exceedingly pedestrian life as of late. No partying, traveling, or racing means I have to be proactive about doing blog-worthy things if I am to keep this up. Which again goes to the laziness, I suppose. Any who, here’s the Highlight Reel.
That feeling when you go to eat breakfast and realize a piece of your tooth is missing…
Thankfully, I actually just broke off part of an old filling, so it wasn’t painful. And I found a fantastic dentist just a short walk from home. AND my dental insurance covered all but $25 of the repair and cleaning!
On a more positive note, more home projects off the list (which somehow doesn’t seem to be getting any shorter, but that’s for another post).
With more yet more progress around the house, I rewarded myself with a fancy ass cocktail on Sunday. Good bourbon makes for better drinks, so boo hoo to you if you think I’m wasting expensive whiskey.
The Missus cooked! The Missus cooked! And it was fantastic! I wish every day were Valentine’s Day.
Oh, and I tried a quesalupa, because I have a strange fascination with Frankenfoods. It actually wasn’t bad, although I don’t have any urge to rush back for another. Good thing, that, because we’re within walking distance of Taco Bell.
If you’re going to do a bunch of stiff-leg deadlifts, don’t plan on doing much for the next day or two. Thankfully I made this mistake Monday, so the entire week wasn’t ruined. Still in the process of dialing back my gym work so that I don’t require an entirely new wardrobe, and I miss it already. RIP, gainz
On the running front, I continue to make progress toward not being heavy and slow (now just heavy and not fast), which is very much welcome. I did intervals for the first time in ages, and to my delight I didn’t die or end up like Shalane Flanagan after the Olympic trials.