I have a love/hate relationship with holidays, especially holiday weekends. You know, those holidays that are set up to give you a 3-day weekend every year. I'd like to clarify that I LOVE my days off as much as the next person. However, I feel like big holidays are always loaded with expectations, that year after year are impossible to meet.
Take New Year's Eve, for example, you're either expected to have a huge party full of crazy adventures or do something totally unexpected and unique. Why does life have to be one big competition? Why can't my quiet little evening of popcorn and movies count as fun and charming?
Well, bitterness aside for a moment, this pas Labor Day weekend delivered big time. Sam and I headed to Austin/San Marcos to visit some friends and family. While the planning was chaotic, it turned out to be planned beautifully. We saw 18 people in 3 days (it was technically 5 stops, but 18 people sounds more impressive).
It was a weekend full of relaxation, alcohol fun, crazy kids, and book shopping (Half Price Books was having a sale, how could we not?) It really was the perfect weekend, I'm still fully convinced that the lack of expectations made this weekend so amazing. We weren't worried about meeting a certain standard; so we just relaxed and let all the pieces fall into place.
The sad news in all this is that every high has to be offset by a low. Or so the universe seems to want to teach me. I took my car to the shop yesterday and found out my fuel pump is leaking...awesome. After a few hours and a few thousand phone calls, I found out it should be covered by the guarantee (this is only after a threat to get the fire department to clear my car for safety, that's a fun story for another day). They had to keep my car overnight, which sucks. Being carless in a commuter city that has no public transport is very frustrating, but I have the most amazing coworker who drove me home.
Another downside is that I have gone 4 days now without working out (travels kill my work outs every time) so I gotta get a few three mile runs before the 10th (yes I realize that today is the 5th, don't judge me).
Check back for updates on my (hopefully) successful crawl back to fitness. Again.
The sad news in all this is that every high has to be offset by a low. Or so the universe seems to want to teach me. I took my car to the shop yesterday and found out my fuel pump is leaking...awesome. After a few hours and a few thousand phone calls, I found out it should be covered by the guarantee (this is only after a threat to get the fire department to clear my car for safety, that's a fun story for another day). They had to keep my car overnight, which sucks. Being carless in a commuter city that has no public transport is very frustrating, but I have the most amazing coworker who drove me home.
Another downside is that I have gone 4 days now without working out (travels kill my work outs every time) so I gotta get a few three mile runs before the 10th (yes I realize that today is the 5th, don't judge me).
Check back for updates on my (hopefully) successful crawl back to fitness. Again.
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