Tuesday we went to my newly engaged friend's house for a bbq, and discussed the cool and not so cool way to address your new "fiance" and how we determined there is no cool way. Unless you want to peruse the urban dictionary and use there suggestions. We had a lot of fun catching up with some friends we hadn't seen in a long while. Just shows how quickly all of our weekends pack up in the summer, and how fast you lose sight of the others you regularly hangout with the other 7 months out of the year.
Yesterday we had another dinner date with another couple we know. It was good to catch up with them, I rarely see them anymore, and loved the food you made, I could use some more of that right now... We tried to tough it out on their patio after dinner for some drinks, but ended up bringing a fan out like a bunch of sissies. It was like 100 degrees out... fahrenheit.
Today, I'm getting back on that saddle, and meeting a friend to bike around the lake. We did this last week, and all was fine and dandy until I hit the part where I head back to my house solo, up hill and against the wind. We don't need to discuss how this hill, was more of a slight incline, (anybodies grandpa could have attacked that hill better than I did). Or the fact that I was on the easiest gear possible the whole way home. It was hot. I was tired. My legs were jello when I got home. I was pretty sure I didn't have knees anymore. Just these gaps where my knees used to be, and at any moment the rest of my body would topple over.
All that being said, I'm going to get to the real point of this post. Which has nothing to do with food (although I love food), nothing to do with friends (because after Saturday morning I will hate the world, and anyone I'm with will be lucky if I still call them a friend), and nothing to do with a bike (thank god). I signed up with Steve's cousin, sister-in-law, aunt, and some of their friends to do the Warrior Dash. She did it last year and raved about it, and I thought that sounds like fun (statement probably made while intoxicated). I warned her that I'm a bit out of shape, and she said it won't be so bad... I believe my exact words to the team were "I really suck at running, jumping, climbing, crawling, breathing hard, balancing on stuff, yelling while running. I'm really good at standing in place, and complaining. Just so you all know." And the response I got from Steve's aunt was "You're on the right team." So it's a go!
Saturday is the day. We start at 9:00... and it takes place on a ski hill... so that's going to not rock. Wish me luck. I will post whatever pictures I can next week.