Other than waddling around campus, work was great. One of the students graduated (they graduate when they are 22, so they are with us for a very long time. Graduations are bittersweet.) and we had a party. Even though I had never worked with this student, it was still a good time. The sun even came out at the perfect moment and it was probably in the high 60s. Which led me to the decision that I would just go home and workout instead of spending time in the '90s. Well, when I finally got home (the drive is 20 minutes one way), it was foggy and cold. I still strapped on my running shoes and tried to shake out the soreness in my legs while my Garmin was trying to find its satellite.
I got a new PR on my 5k time. I was pretty excited, considering from the moment my ran began I felt like my legs were disconnected from my body. I even had this really strange moment at the beginning that I had to remind myself that I was running and I probably should pay attention so that I didn't trip and fall. I'm also really bored with my 5k run around the neighborhood. I know exactly where the uphill parts are and I dread them. I guess that makes me push harder through the hills (term is used lightly, more like gradual grade that isn't flat).
When I got home, I did my shoulder routine. My 4 minute plank yesterday killed my shoulders, so this workout felt really tedious. I was also hungry, so all I could think about was food. Sometimes, workouts are hard.
One of my very best friends from high school moved home for the summer. Some jerk completely broke her heart, so she moved home after living in Portland for 2 years. This is really exciting news because I have missed her greatly. She came over when I was finished working out along with my other best friend (we were a trio in high school).
This is a very old picture from when she still lived here and we spent several hours each day giggling in her apartment.
Another old one. We were "studying."
We laughed til we cried, as usual. We also ate, as usual. I am so happy to have her home.
My delicious Mexican dinner.
I think he loves me or something. He's working a 96 hour shift this week, so he won't be getting off work until SATURDAY morning. It feels so long.