Wow, it’s been a crazy couple of days. Friday morning I awoke bright and early for my 22 mile run. I was greeted with a balmy 21 degree morning. I’ll admit I was a negative nelly going into the run. Things started badly, very badly. My legs felt like a ton of bricks. My stomach was in knots. (Black bean salad for dinner the night before a long run = FAIL). I questioned continuing at least 14 times in the first 5 miles. I actually turned around early so I could be closer to home if I needed to cut things short.
About 10 miles in my stomach settled down, thank goodness and all that is holy. I was still moving about as fast as a snail, but at least I felt ok. The sun came out to warm me up, and I completed 22 long miles in just enough time to shower, stuff my face, and drive to the airport to sit on a plane for two hours. Thank goodness for compression socks. After a 45 minute flight delay, I was en route to Washington DC. The flight passed with only one incident. I was on Frontier Airlines, which as you may know, took over Midwest Airlines somewhat recently. They kept up the important Midwest tradition of a complimentary hot fresh-baked chocolate chip cookie during the flight. Obviously I was looking forward to this the whole time. I even ordered coffee as my beverage because I knew it would make the perfect companion to my hot fresh cookie. Imagine my dismay when I was handed a previously baked COLD cookie! Unacceptable. I will be looking for a comment card on my return flight.
The cab ride to the hotel went smoothly, until I tried to check in only to learn that I had been dropped off at the wrong hotel. My fault, not the cab driver’s. When I told Steve on the phone later he just said, “Yep, that sounds about right.” Travelling alone is hard. Luckily, the correct hotel was only 3-4 blocks away, so I was able to walk right over.
My cousins that live in the area met me at the hotel with their two adorable daughters, Melina and Raya.
See? So stinkin’ cute!
We enjoyed a few beers in my hotel room before heading out for a delicious dinner at a Malaysian restaurant. I had a shredded mango and apple salad with tofu that was super-tasty.
Upon returning to my room, I had a hankering for dessert. What is a gal to do at 10:15 pm when the urge for ice cream strikes?
Room service of course! Let me just say, I have never in my life ordered room service before. However, I am being reimbursed on this trip for the cost of food, and since I had come nowhere near my limit for the day, I figured why not order a $10 ice cream sundae?
It had vanilla ice cream with banana, hot fudge, candied walnuts, whipped cream, and cherries. And you bet your butt I ate it in bed while watching tv. This is the life, my friends.
After a terrible night’s sleep last night (which I’m sure had nothing to do with the afore-mentioned ice cream), today was a loooong day at the coaching clinic, but it was awesome. I learned a ton that I don’t have the energy to start talking about right this minute. My brain is on overload, it is almost 10pm, and I have to be ready to head to the pool for swim instruction at 6:30 am. I think it is time for bed.