I had a pretty decent weekend. I ran (by "ran" I mean "walked somewhat quickly while gasping like a goldfish on the living room floor") the Tough Mudder on Saturday. All in all it wasn't a bad little course. They must have left a window open the night before however because for some reason there wasn't any freaking oxygen up there. I'm serious, I was like a fat kid with asthma the whole race. Wheezy doesn't even begin to describe the sounds I made while breathing. I can really only describe it as like a groan/whistle...a gristle. And that's what running up there was like, a big stinkin plate of gristle. But, just like John Candy (RIP) in the Great Outdoors, I ate that whole plate of gristle and came out a better man for it. I wanted to get a tattoo after the race to show that I was not only psychotic but also proud of that fact, but there were six guys in front of me and I didn't have all day. So, I instead paid a ridiculous price for a shirt and hightailed it outta there. On a side note, the after party would've been cool had I been there with friends, but since I have no friends willing to travel three hours one way to eat a plate of gristle, I bailed.
Saturday night I went over to a newly married friend's house with a couple other not so newly married couples to have dinner. It was pretty interesting to see how differently the couples treated each other. But what was REALLY interesting was the fact that the newly wed couple weren't acting all that different than the not so newly wed couples. Reality comes at you fast I suppose.
Sunday was a laid back day with the famdamily. You need these every now and again. It was one of those days where you know that there are about two billion other things you need to be doin', but only one thing you should do. Seriously, the 20 or 30 minutes I spent loungin on the couch with the kiddos Sunday morning had to have reduced my stress level by easily 50%. It was all good until A announced that it was time for her second breakfast of the morning and requested pancakes. When your youngest daughter pops her thumb out of her mouth and looks at you with her big brown eyes and asks for something with a cute little three year old lisp, you pretty much would rip the arms off a 500lb gorilla just to make her happy soooooooo pancakes it was.
We went to church Sunday morning and then laid around till about 3:30 when the kids and I finally decided it was time to build a dog house. I'm happy to say the house got built and the project cleaned up by 7PM! But that's a story for another day. All things considered, not a bad weekend at all!
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