I spent the whole weekend without friends. It's amazing just how on plan I was. Normally I have a twilight zone that starts Saturday morning where all the food I eat mysteriously never makes it into my tracker. I do love my friends, but sometimes it's nice when they're out of town and I can get a "me time" weekend.
Saturday, I went to the farmer's market and bought pints of blueberries and strawberries to make more freezer jam. In the afternoon, I went for my long-distance training run. It was overcast and threatening to rain, but I did it anyways.
As I started running, I sorta wished it would rain...just a little...so I could feel all hardcore and stuff. Well wouldn't you know it, it POURED. The heavens opened and dropped buckets of water. Every part of me was soaked by the time I got back to the car. I was also covered in trail dirt up to my bum. Wish granted. But with a bit more gusto than I expected.
At the end of the run I stopped off at the grocery store to pick up some milk. As I squelchily made my way up and down the aisles, I fervently hoped that people would notice and be impressed at how hardcore I looked. Though in retrospect I think I just looked wet, bedraggled, and dirty. And I suspect there might've been an employee following me around with a mop.
The rest of the afternoon was spent drying off, watching the Olympics, making a batch of whole-wheat butermilk biscuits, and making a training calendar sticker chart.
On Sunday, I made two batches of jam (new recipe: Balsamic Strawberry) and watched more Olympic coverage.
All-in-all a good on-plan weekend.