Short weeks always are though, aren't they? Don't get me wrong, I love Memorial Day Weekend. I really look forward to it every year. MDW means summer, the shore. It means — or it's supposed to, regardless of what the past two days had to say about it — warm nights, long days. It means the start of something great.
|Take me there...|
It's just that pesky 9-5 thing that's been a little tricky lately. I'm hoping I can find the cure in a nice, long, quiet weekend run, some solid writing time, and a trip down the shore over the next couple of days. Cross whatever ya got for me.
It's also been a very sweet week. Instead of ticking off my favorite X, Y, and Z today, let's just talk about some of my favorite things about life lately.
The long weekend afforded me some very much needed time with my family. Sunday was spent with the cousins on my dad's side; Monday was spent at a BBQ hosted by my cousin on the other side. As my running buddy Claire and I were saying last night, cousins are the first friends you have in life. I count myself so lucky I can say mine — along with my siblings — are still some of my best friends today.
But before the family festivities began, I kicked off the weekend at a birthday party with an old friend. One of my oldest friends, actually. Truthfully, my oldest friend who's still an "active" friend of mine — meaning, we make an effort to speak to and see each other regularly; we don't just excitedly bump into one another at the bar. Sometimes a night spent with someone who knows you so well, who's known you through so many ups and downs and major life events, is just what you need to return to yourself.
In the column of "finally doing something we planned to do forever," Claire and I finally checked out the group run at a running shop near us. Last week we attempted to go, but it was monsooning by the time we reached my front door. The week before, we got the times mixed up and missed it. But we made it just in time last night, and actually both bested our previous timed 3.1-mile (5k) runs.
Post-run was sushi for dinner, and I don't need to elaborate on that at all, right?
Another thing that's been my favorite lately is the ol' blog here, and you incredible people who keep reading it. I know I've said things like this a couple of times in as many weeks, so I won't dwell, but we do have a few new members joining the class this week, so I just want to say hello, hi, and welcome. And that I think you're awesome, just for the fact that you haven't called my friendly local mental hospital and sent them to my house for a pick-up yet. When you guys leave a comment or send an email saying that you relate to what I'm writing here, or offer me your support or words of encouragement, I can't begin to tell you how much it means. But the community really is why I came back to blogging, and I'm happy to have met each and every single one of you.
|A view from Sunday's boat outing|
And on that note, I am beyond ready for 5:00. It's gonna be nice and mellow, but it's still time to #backthatazzup right into the weekend — this song has been my everything this week:
What are you up to this weekend?