8 mile run
This St. Patty's Day weekend has been full of surprises for me. First, my husband Milo returned from Tennessee two weeks ahead of schedule. Milo was building the Music City Convention Center in Tennessee and was finally able to come home this weekend.
Music City Convention Center
Milo at work =)
Then, on Friday night, I celebrated my friend Frank's birthday at Tarpon Bend with many friends. I should have known that this rendezvous was a jammed-packed happy hour, which of course was spent standing up. Needless to say, my feet were not happy! Note to self: Don't ever ever ever wear 6 inch stilletos to a standing-up function (ugh!). Anywho, my night was saved when I was approached by two people who are readers of my blog. I was so thrilled to meet my followers and to hear that I have inspired them in some way. That was actually a really neat experience :)
The stilleto escapade
After my stilleto escapade on Friday night, I ran a 15 mile tempo on Saturday morning and you could imagine what that felt like... I'll give you a visual: like two anchors strapped on my feet :( To my surprise, the run went well and my feet survived!
Fast forward to Sunday morning... Happy St. Patrick's Day! I got up bright and early and ran 8 miles, which was followed by Sunday mass. When Milo and I left church this is what we found:
This totally blows (no pun intended!). But Milo saved the day :)
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
WHAT ARE YOUR ST. PATTY'S DAY TRADITIONS?