My weekend started with a Christmas Pancake Run. Like last year, Mary Katherine & Marshall hosted us for breakfast after our 3 mile run through their 'hood. Two words: monkey bread. Believe it.
Christmas kind of snuck up on me this year. Between Thanksgiving being yesterday, contracting SARS & going to LA, I hadn't done any Christmas shopping yet. No fear, I'm a seasoned professional. On Friday afternoon, I scouted out what I wanted to buy & then on Saturday my mom came up & we hit the mean streets of Green Hills. We started at 9am & were done by 3pm. #womenbeshopping
I've been a little bummed about my bowl full of jelly lately. I've gained a whopping 3 lbs since Thanksgiving, mostly because I couldn't work-out while I was sick. I know 3 lbs is nothing, but I've been worried 3 would become 5 & 5 would become 10, etc. And then on Sunday, I logged into MyFitnessPal & saw that I'm at 300 days, which is NUTS. As Mari-Etta says, & I have to keep reminding myself, maintenance is progress.
On Sunday, my lady gang met & ran 7 miles. I was a little worried as I haven't run a long distance run since The Nasty 2 weeks ago, but it was fine. No knee pain or anything. Afterwards, we went into Fido & warmed up with lattes & 3,000 calorie breakfasts.
Back at home, I spent Sunday Christmasing it up. I watched basically all of the Christmas movies:
Home Alone
,
Love Actually
(oh yes I did) &
Christmas Vacation
. I wrapped Christmas presents while John made us a jalapeno popper pizza. Linda did nothing.
Merry Christmas, friends!