Prepare to be unimpressed. Here's my day, more or less.
10:00 Get up
10:30 Breakfast (peanut butter on English muffin and jello cake)
10:30-11:30 Check facebook, read blogs, put a few dishes in dishwasher
11:30 Take van for oil change
12:00 Take car for oil change
1:30 Lunch (leftover homemade beef stirfry)
2-3:30 Bag stuff for Goodwill and log it in Itsdeductible.com for tax purposes (much easier and lucrative than holding a yard sale, no matter what my husband says)
3:30 Tell facebook world I'm going for bike ride/run
3:45 Walk dog
4:15 Actually go for bike ride/run (9 miles bike, 3.2 run)
6:00 Ride by my uncle's house and visit
7:15 Walk up to gas station to buy a fountain soda.
8:00 Supper (frozen pizza)
8:30-10:30 Soak in tub
10:30-11 Shower (yeah, I know I just had a bath, but I can't wash my hair in the bath)
11-11:30 Bake chocolate chip cookies for fundraiser, blog
Why did I subject you to that boring list? Just to illustrate that, without a family to give me some structure/force me to get up off my rear, I'm close to worthless. As much as I am enjoying this time without much responsibility, it's clearly not good for me. I may be part slug. Or sloth. I have too much hair to be a slug.
And, goodness, my time running wasn't at all impressive. 3.2 miles, 30:48, pace of 9'39/mile. It was actually worse than my first 5K. Possible reasons? A) my general suckiness this week; B) Hot, humid weather; C) Terrain--half paved trail, half wood chip/grass; D) Run after bike? I wouldn't think so...it was only 4 easy miles there.
It was a pretty spot to run. I went to the same nature area where we took the kids last week. Here's a view from the shaded half of the loop (ahhh):
A view of me (clearly I have no pride, or I'd never allow this picture on the internet) after running:
I tried to get a picture of me smiling, but it was even more hideous. America's Next Top Model, here I come.
And while yours truly is melting here in the Illinois humidity, here's what most of my family is up to:
Yeah. They suck. But really...who wouldn't pass on a trip to California so that they could spend a week riding and camping across Missouri in 95 degree heat and ugly humidity? :)