So greasy…. and I’m not talking about fried food here.
Hey home slices! Happy Memorial Day weekend. My internship hardly ever closes (since we’re technically a hospital) but by the grace of god we do have Monday off. Woot Woot. I usually go to Vermont this weekend– two years ago I ran the marathon there– but this time around we decided to stay put in Boston. Last night we went out to drinks with Lens friends, then my friends, then the two of us went out for dinner alone. Twas a wonderful evening. Other plans for the weekend include: dinner tonight with two of my girlfriends, half marathon tomorrow (supposed to be hotter than balls), and MAYBE mountain biking on Monday. Don’t ask me how to mountain bike because I have no clue. Either way, sounds like a great weekend to me!
So last night I went to a celebration for my friend who recently got a new job and the restaurant just so happened to be next to the expo center where I needed to pick up my race packet. Totally convenient and awesome if you ask me. So I went into the expo and it was a ghost town. Hardly any exciting tables, NO people, nothing. Good news is it was easy to get my packet and peace out. I hope the expo isn’t an indication to how the race is going to be.
So I changed my About page and added a Race page which lists the races I’ve participated in and my times. Don’t judge, I never said I was fast. There was also a weigh in per the usual Saturday morning routine.
P.S. In every picture of me from now until October, expect to see an oil slick on my face. What the frig is that about???? Is there anything I can do about this oil or am I doomed because of my italian roots? Oh well.