I had some grand plans this weekend. Most of them didn't happen, but I still couldn't be happier. There was a definite theme to the weekend - pressing pause. Or stop. Maybe rewind? I don't know, just some kind of metaphor or analogy that makes this post deep and clever.
Take my plans for a Saturday 12 mile run, for example. Trying to keep my heart rate low enough was really tough and I stopped for walk breaks a lot. In the end, I called it quits after 10 miles and what I can only assume was roughly 14 pounds of water weight loss. Seriously, it was nasty:
Or consider my plans to see The Avengers on Friday night and then go out for dinner. Tim and I made it as far as the driveway to check the mailbox on the way out and found this:
In one second, the plan to head into town for dinner and a movie turned into snacks on the couch and Downton Abbey. We headed to the gas station to pick up the "essentials". True story: you can't watch British drama without candy. Seriously!
I've had some work that needed to get done over the weekend as well, but every time I sit down to do it something comes up and gets in my way. When it rains here a lot we don't have any internet - problem! Another problem? How can I possibly work when this cutie is snuggled up next to me? Side note: I weighed him this week. He's a whopping 1.8 pounds. Fatty.
Tell me about your dream weekend: on the go the whole time or complete relaxation?
A little of both. I love doing nothing and watching crappy reality television at home, but I feel better about it if I've already had a long run or cleaned the house first.
Would you rather watch a movie in the cinema or at home on the couch?
95% of the time...the couch. In PJs. With candy that is much, much cheaper than at the movies. However, working from home makes me appreciate going out more. Seeing a movie out is now a big deal for me.