I got to play infield again last night and I did pretty well. I rocked at catcher for two innings before declaring I couldn't play that position again and endure the umpire's creepiness anymore (seriously, there should be NO reason he'd have to touch me). I played second base for the rest of the time and loved it.
We lost by a mile, thus preserving our perfect record of 0-10.
After the game, Pete and I went for a run. We'd been meaning to do so in the morning but we cannot get to bed before midnight! It's so frustrating! I've been so tired all week and it's my own damn fault. I just need to be strict about bed time, but I never feel ready to pack it in. Going to bed means that my Pete time is over and the next time I'm conscious, I'll be scrambling to get ready and then go to work. Why would I want work to come sooner? So instead of putting myself away at a reasonable hour (and ensuring that I get at least 6 hours of sleep before my morning workout), I drag the night out as long as I can.
I need to figure this "responsible adult" stuff out.
Anyway, the run. We started on the run and got to just over a mile before I called it quits. We'd been drinking at the game--this was the team's strategy actually. Everyone showed up early and drank beer. Someone brought a bottle of tequila and gave it to our pitcher (she didn't last one full inning of pitching after that before calling in a replacement).
So I had 24 ounces of beer in me and developed a nasty side ache that I just couldn't shake. I don't think my attire was giving me the proper, ah, support, otherwise it probably wouldn't have been that fatal. Since Pete was with me and curious about his pace, I strapped my phone on him, reset the MapMyRun app, and sent him on his way. Dude ran two miles at an 8:15 min/mile pace. I've been running since FEBRUARY. He hasn't. So not fair.
I walked a bit and then rallied and forced myself to run a shortened route home--all total, I did two miles and Pete did three. When I got home, Pete wasn't there, so I poured him a huge glass of ice water and waited for him. As I waited, I did the Erase Arm Flab Fast workout. I like it OK.
Finally, Pete showed up. He'd returned home waaay before me and had taken the car out to look for me. An SUV full of drunk kids had heckled him on his run and made him realize that I was walking in the dark with no cell phone and a side ache on Thirsty Thursday. I felt bad that he basically drove around for nothing, but what a guy!
Anyway, we tried to get to bed on time last night and I turned off the light sometime around 11/11:30. Got up at 5:30 this morning for another run. A successful run (3 miles at a 10:00 min/mile pace). Today is Sushi Friday with my coworkers, and this week my sister is joining us! So excited! I'm going to stick to one roll again and have my salad in the afternoon--that worked well last time. Tonight we've got a big group going out to a piano bar in downtown Minneapolis. It should be a lot of fun! We'll be doing dinner there. I scoped out the menu, which is pretty restricted and greasy, but I found a few better options and I think I can cobble together a not-terrible meal.
Tomorrow we're going over to the condo of my dad's buddy, Noel, to celebrate his birthday. Noel is important. He was my dad's best friend and gave the eulogy at his funeral. I like him, but I wish he had more stories about my dad. When you ask him to tell one, he just gets a faraway look in his eyes and says, "Your dad and I had a lot of fun..."
Um. OK. Like how?
Anyway, after that party, we have to swing by my coworker's housewarming party. But the good news is that we have no obligations Saturday morning. And for my workout, I'm planning on doing the Shred and running the treadmill indoors, so I don't have to worry about waking up before it gets too hot. Which means I can (finally) sleep in!
I am SO excited. :)