It was a fabulous weekend. The kind that makes me really sad it's Monday, yet very content because I was able to accomplish so much during my precious two days off.
We did A LOT of yard work - A LOT. In fact, I was so sore at the end of the day that I chalked up my chores as sufficient cross training to meet my new training schedule. Since I've been talking so much about getting back on track, I'd like to lie and say I did my required run this weekend, but I didn't. I'm doing 2 tonight for sure - no excuses - and that's all I have to say about that. It's going to take a while to boost my motivation and rather than dwell on the slacking I've done, I'm going to focus on what I have to do next.
Our weekend yard work consisted of removing a boatload of rocks from an ugly rock garden in our front yard and replacing that patch with sod. We also transplanted some flowers, planted a few new trees, moved the clothesline (and the 300 lb cement bulbs the poles were attached to - totally counts as cross training, right?), and finished some indoor and outdoor cleaning.
To most, this would sound like a pathetic and mundane weekend, but for me, this is pure heaven. I think I've mentioned before that I never, never imagined myself growing up to be a homebody. I was supposed to be living the fast-paced, single life until at least the age of 30. But as it turns out, being with my guy, my dog and my house is so much better than that. I can't remember when I've been more happy than I was this weekend, and I'm just amazed at how little it takes to get me to that point. I really do have a lot to be grateful for.
I think the other component is that autumn instantly turns me into June Cleaver. Suddenly, I feel like I need to be baking apple pies and stirring pots of chili in my kitchen while cinnamon-scented candles light the room. And when that Fox football theme music (you know - dada DA dada DA. da da da - da - da - da - DA!) comes on, I get goosebumps! Seriously! That's like my internal signal that, yes, it's September, and yes, it's officially OK to reveal my inner 60-year-old woman.
Speaking of that Fox football music ... the Packers won yesterday: the cherry on top of a fabulously sweet weekend!
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4 comments:
I get that way about fall as well. But, we don't get fall here in FL...sigh, makes me sad.
eeks... packers?
I love fall too...
You didn't just say Packers did you? I would say all that yard work counts for some mileage!
I so wish I had a yard that I could do yard work in and get some exercise that way. It's why I'm trying to sell.
I sometimes like low key weekends but being a single gal (OK, so I have a boyfriend, but that's only been recent) in her 30s over the weekend I sometimes like low key vs always going out.
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