Last weekend was quite a flurry of activity. All of it was well worth it and fun, but still. I’m exhausted just thinking about it. We had guests from out of town (Hi Kristina and Luke!) and I worked myself into a frenzy cleaning so that the place would be presentable when they arrived on Friday night (Just kidding Kristina, it’s always that clean!). We went out to dinner and drinks with them, which was delightful. It was so nice to catch up. I’m really excited for all the summer beers to be back in pubs and restaurants. I can’t handle that really heavy, dark stuff. Saturday we participated in a giant scavenger hunt around downtown Chicago that was so much fun. At first I was really excited about it, and then I worried that it would be lame, and then I got excited again. Excitement was the right emotion because it. was. awesome. Also tiring. One of my teammates calculated that we walked/ran as much as 7 miles on Saturday. I was completely exhausted by the end of it, as was everyone else, so we decided to go for lunch/dinner and drinks. It was great fun to just catch up and relax after running all over Chicago like crazy people. Saturday night I watched reruns on Hulu while nursing an extremely sore calf muscle. My right leg has been super finicky lately since I’ve been ramping up the running, and after all the shenanigans on Saturday I was in agony. I skipped my Sunday and Monday runs to let it recuperate. Then on Sunday after Kristina and Luke left we eschewed running errands and cleaning in favor of a trip to the beach, which was totally worth it. We walked home to south loop from Oak Street Beach (quite a hike, if you’re familiar with the area) and by the time we got back I was completely exhausted again. Always the mark of a good weekend, to be worn out by the end of it.
This weekend, however, I need to take it easy. There is spring clothing to be unpacked, lists to be made, and shopping for Puerto Rico to be done. We’re leaving on Thursday and I want to have everything squared away before Monday. We still haven’t completely nailed down everything we’re doing while in Puerto Rico (although we do have plane tickets, a place to stay, and a rental car, which D keeps assuring me are the bare essentials) and I’d like to get that done this weekend as well. So I guess this is all a very long-winded way of saying that I’m really glad it’s Friday, and I plan to relax to my heart’s content for the next two days. Eh, who am I kidding, by Sunday morning I’m going to be scrubbing the baseboards and telling D “I want to go on an adventure!” Some things never change.