Planes, Trains, and Running Shoes

This weekend was glorious.

Friday afternoon, after cabbing it home amidst never-ending rain, I switched into sweat pants and promptly parked myself on the couch for the rest of the evening. Love.

Saturday morning, I woke up early to participate in a Google Hangout with First Lady Michelle Obama on the subject of girls' education in Africa. (Cue my nerdiness here). It was pretty cool to be a part of, but it didn't quite hit the points that I would have liked it to make. Oh well. Love.

Post-hangout, I headed up to the gym to try out a run. I decided to be smart about it and did a 10 minute brisk walking warm up on the treadmill, then headed outside for some high knees, grapevines, and butt kicks before coming back in and turning up the treadmill. I was feeling good and made it 1 mile before my knee started hurting. Not major pain, but nonetheless, I stopped to be smart. I was really upset about it and resolved to stay inside and be grumpy for the rest of the day. Don't Love.

When I got back to my apartment, I realized that my favorite yoga instructor was teaching pilates in 20 minutes. So I packed up my mat and headed to class. It was an oh-so-good and oh-so-hard ab crushing session that left me in brighter spirits so I headed back home and packed up my stuff for a day of pool lounging with friends. Love.

I made my way over to Chinatown to hang out at my friend's frat party rooftop pool. We lounged and drank and spent the perfect afternoon enjoying DC summer before heading to Matchbox for pizza. Love.

Rooftop Pool Party

Then, Sunday rolled around. June 30. The last day of the month. I realized that I hadn't been on a plane yet and I was about to break my goal of hopping on a plane at least once per month. What's a girl to do?! I had had glorious plans of hopping on a flight to Savannah with The Pilot on Sunday when his flight plans were drastically changed due to weather. It's ok...I really only wanted to go to Savannah to go to Paula Deen's restaurant...and well, maybe not anymore. So, I called my mom and asked her if she wanted to have lunch...and I headed to the airport and flew home to Newark where my mama picked me up and brought me home for lunch. Love.

My sister and her girls came over and we played dominoes and ate entirely too much food and laughed and hung out. Then, I headed to my grandparent's house to visit my Abuelita and Abuelito. My grandfather has pretty advanced Alzheimer's so you never really know what you're going to get when you see him, but I love telling him that I live in DC and run marathons and seeing how impressed he gets...every single time. Love.

As we pulled out of their house to head back to the airport, I checked on my flight only to realize that the next 3 flights back to DC had been canceled. So, I headed to the train station and boarded an Amtrak train back to DC. I was gone for approximately 9 hours...and I still managed to get on a plane just once. Love.

When I got home, this cutie pie was waiting for me. Love.


So, it was the perfect weekend. Lounging poolside with friends, spending some time with the family, hopping on a plane...it was great. Oh! And despite only being able to run a mile on Saturday, my knee wasn't bothering me at all yesterday, so today, we're going to aim for 2 miles!