Hello internet. Another weekend has flown by. It really did not start on a fun note for me. Woke up Friday morning to the promised snow. Gah. I feel like I'm drowning in this bad weather winter. Mr. Helen and I had agreed on Thursday night that if we had the 3" of promised snow that I would drive Bluebelle (which has 4WD) and he would drive Goldilocks (which does not) because I drive 15 miles to work and he drives 5. Plus where I work is more inland and the weather there tends to be "more." Those who have come here to browse for a while know that Bluebelle is Mr. Helen's new truck that was purchased last April. It's the very first brand new vehicle that he has ever owned and the truck that he'd been wanting for a long, long time. He loves this vehicle the way he should love me and I'm not kidding. Here he is with her the day we picked her up:
I got to work quite safely even though it still took me longer than normal because of the roads. I told him I would text him when I got there. Here's our actual text exchange which made me laugh out loud:
I was so relieved that the ride home wouldn't be hard. Mr. Helen was very happy to see
Because I went to work early I was able to leave a bit earlier than normal and by 4:45ish I already had on my PJ's! I just felt worn out and wasn't going anywhere and besides I wanted to get my toenails painted because my company holiday party was Saturday night. I have been going to the same manicurist for well over 10 years and she is really more like a friend now. Wednesday night when I got my manicure I told her I was going to my holiday party and wearing a black dress (what else?). She told me to trust her to pick a great color and this is what she chose for me:
Saturday morning I got up and my planned long run was 8 miles. Of course, because we can't seem to get a break from the snow, the roads are quite narrow and dangerous to run on, so it was the treadmill for me. I had 2 shows that I had taped to watch to keep my mind otherwise occupied. I put my space heater on and went at it using my countdown from 90 minutes program, hoping I could do the 8 miles in 90 minutes or less. When I finished, I was pleasantly surprised to see that I had run 8.3 miles in 1:25:17 for a pace of 10:16/mile. I may be chubby but I think I'm running at a pretty good pace these days... Woo Hoo!
The rest of Saturday was spent cleaning the house because we were in store for some bitterly cold weather and my master plan was to not go out unless absolutely necessary. Which it was to go to my company's annual Holiday Party, that is held in January each year. It's fancy, with a sit down dinner, a DJ, and of course, the obligatory company stats, etc. for the year but they've gotten better at getting that stuff done and getting the party started.
Mr. Helen was completely surprised by what I wore - for a change, I didn't share with him beforehand. But, I can confidently say he was really happy about it and said I looked beautiful and classy. What more could a girl ask for from her date?
I don't know why I'm squinching my toes on my left foot?