Whew! The holiday weekend was a whirlwind of training, napping, cleaning, friends, and fun.
Going into the weekend, I had just a few important things on the agenda: long run, long bike, and a barbeque with friends. This whole training-for-a-half-ironman thing has sort of overtaken my weekends this summer. I anticipated this, and I don’t mind, but it was wonderful to have a whole day off that had one workout and a whole lot of silly fun.
On Sunday, I had a long bike ride planned, the lone thing on my agenda for the day. I did two out and back loops, and my dad met me for the second loop. The ride started off pretty good, but on my first “back,” I started to lose the mental battle. It was already really hot out at 8:00 am, I was riding a slight incline the whole way back, and there was a headwind. I felt like I was in a cartoon with an angel on one shoulder telling me how well it was going, and that I only had three long rides before Steelhead and I needed to make this one count… and the devil on the other telling me to quit as soon as I got back to the car.
Luckily, the angel won out and I finished the ride with my dad. 56.23 miles in the books.
After a nice long nap, Goose and I were contemplating what to do with our Sunday night. (I didn’t plan anything because had my stomach in a tizzy all week, and I wasn’t sure how well my long workouts would sit. I’m happy to say they went just fine!) We decided to head out to the lake and watch the fireworks.
(That empty chair is mine!)
When my brother and I were little, my parents told us that popcorn came from fireworks. We would sit, hands out, staring at the sky, and popcorn would drop into our hands. Amazing! It wasn’t until I was 14 years old that I finally realized they had been sitting behind us throwing it into our hands. I just assumed that some fireworks had popcorn and some didn’t. It somehow made sense to me that as they got hot, the popcorn would pop. I have no idea how I thought it got all the way to where we were sitting.
Still, no trip to the fireworks is complete without popcorn.
We watched the sun set over the lake and enjoyed a wonderful fireworks display while munching on popcorn. A perfect night.
On the fourth, some great friends came over for a low-key barbeque. It was the perfect way to end the weekend.