Zooooeeeeyyy Mama! (Diary of a Wimpy Kid anyone?)
It is humid out there ya’ll! Long gone are the glistening winter days of long, tiresome, hilly, sweat free runs! Duhhhh Anne, it’s June. I know, I know, but thanks to the remnants of Tropical Storm Andrea, that fact slapped my silly upside the face Saturday morning!
I set out to run my favorite seven mile route, full of hills, including the notorious killer hill that concluded last Saturday’s race and brought so many of us to our knees. Andrea had a different idea. The greenway was more like a mudway, and a fallen tree blocked my path.
Seven miles, and a whole and a whole lot of mud later, I felt to icky, stick that I did something I NEVER do….
I showered after my run!
I know, I’m wild. Showers and I don’t really get along so that’s really saying something, especially because after my shower and breakfast, I went to my first ever Body Pump class! I’ve obviously heard about Body pump for years now, and have always wanted to give it a go.
The class and instructor were great, I’ll definitely be going back! Being my first class, my workout was really more about finding what weights work for me, but I definitely see how, like spin, the quality of your workout is very dependent on how hard you push yourself.
After some apartment hunting (Ek! more on that at a later date!) the afternoon was sauntered away on the porch with friends, and drinks followed by the BEST Mexican food in Raleigh, Gonza’s Tacos Y Tequila
A recycled picture of the Tinga Tacos, I did not take a single picture last night
Because we’re wild and cool, we obviously ended the night with Froyo. I realized how bad of a friend I am, when it became clear that this was two of my friends first trip to Menchies!
Sunday, I woke up tired from the previous days Body Pumpin’, and was NOT in the mood to run. I told myself to give it a go and was so glad that I did (Duhhh)! As soon as the lactic acid flushed out of my muscles, I decided to up the planned seven hilly miles to ten! I’ll admit the last few were rough, but that was just fine because I was able to eat away the pain later
I met friends downtown of some double Sunday fun. The main event was the Raleigh Food Truck Rodeo. To say that it was packed would be an understatement.
Fortunately, the line for one of the yummiest booths was not too long.
Le Farm’s Veggie Stacker, filled with hummus, lettuce, red onion, tomato, and avocado was fabulous!
I followed that triple decker monstrosity of deliciousness with one of my favorite foods of all time.
A scrumdidlyumtous soft pretzel with mustard to boot!
And now, friends, for the double portion of this Sunday Funday…..
You have probably heard of a Beer Mile. To some, it means drinking (or chugging) a beer, running a mile, the drinking another. Well friends, were you aware that there are actually official Beer Miles, rules, record holders, and qualifications?
Me neither. I was shocked to learn that according to official Beer Mile rules, participants must drink four cans of beer, one each quarter mile, and light beer does not count!
A friend’s running club organized a beer mile to be held at the food truck rodeo. The winner ran his mile, and drank his four beers in 7:03! If you ask me, that is darn impressive! If I had participated, he wouldn’t have had a chance
Have you ever run a Beer Mile?
When was the last time you had good Mexican?
Have you ever done Body Pump? What did you think?