1. I’m running a half marathon on Sunday, and I am…concerned about it, to say the least. I’ve been keeping an eye on the forecast since it popped up on my AccuWeather app, and AccuWeather has, without fail, said that it’s going to either be 80 or awfully close to 80 all along. From my exhaustive pre-marathon forecast stalking, I know that forecasts 15 days out are almost always wrong, so I paid this no mind. Until the forecast started being 10 days out, then seven days out, then three days out, and still has not changed, except to get worse.
I am hoping with all the positivity I can muster that AccuWeather will be wrong. They were wrong last weekend, after all, so who’s to say they won’t be wrong this weekend…right? I once read a confessions-esque post on Thought Catalog that interviewed people in various careers, and the meteorologist quoted said anything more than 48 hours out is just a guess, and I am pinning all of my hopes on that claim. PLEASE. NO. THUNDERSTORMS. I’ll take rain. I will definitely take cloud cover. But no thunderstorms, kthx. In fact, I even promise to limit my whining about the heat to no more than two complaints if we can just not have thunderstorms in the city of Chicago from about 6:30 a.m. until 10:00 a.m. Or even 9:30 a.m. I’m asking for a three hour lightening-free window, and that’s it.
I’m also making an incredibly questionably life choice and have agreed to go to my best friend’s gala on Saturday night, because nothing says “half marathon prep” quite like a late night and heels, right? *facepalm* But a bunch of my other friends are going, and it’s important to him and the nonprofit for which he works, and this half marathon is…not really important to me, so here we are.
That being said, if my race recap on Tuesday/Wednesday/whenever I have time to write it for the half marathon includes me being all, “I’m SO disappointed in myself for running a 2:30. It’s embarrassing and terrible and awful and I’ll never qualify for Boston 😥 “, this is me giving you permission to grab me by the virtual shoulders and say, “You idiot! You did this to yourself!!”
(But seriously. I had better not run a 2:30.)
2. Look at what I’ve done!
I planted on Sunday and am happy to report that, four days later, everything remains alive. (I also met a dog who apparently had been let out in the backyard of my building by his owners to wander, and who trotted up to pay me a visit — and walk into my apartment. Hahaha. He was very friendly, though, so I didn’t mind. I have now added him to my list of Dogs That Live in My Building I Intend to Befriend. There’s another dog who lives above me that I try to say hello to when he and his owner happen to be going out/returning from walks when I’m leaving my apartment. So far I’ve gotten a couple of kissies, which is good progress in my opinion. LOVE ME PLZ.) I trekked to Home Depot last Thursday to purchase my flowers, and realized that I had vastly underestimated the logistical difficulty of urban gardening when you don’t have a car – like the fact that I can only buy as much as I can carry, and that flats of flowers are not, in fact, easy to carry.
I sent a picture of my flower troughs to my mom, who responded, “I didn’t realize you bought geraniums!” Yeah, funny story: I didn’t realize I bought geraniums either, until my mom pointed it out. I wanted pink and purple flowers, so I bought the pink flowers that were next to the purple petunias at Home Depot, figuring they were pink petunias. Oops. Clearly things are off to a really fantastic start 😛 This is why I’m starting my venture into keeping living things alive with plants, not animals!
3. I had a Lettuce Entertain You gift card burning a hole in my pocket, so on Saturday night one of my friends from college and I had dinner at Summer House Santa Monica.
‘Twas oh-so ~trendy~. As I said to my friend, “I definitely should’ve worn my chambray tonight instead of this cardigan.” Hahaha. (But really.) It was trendy in a Lincoln Park way more than trendy in a River North way: more preppy than urban chic, if you will. My entree was so-so, not necessarily from a quality standpoint but more from a Bethany’s-personal-taste standpoint, but my trifecta fudge cake that I had for dessert (a slice of seven-layered chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, generously drizzled with hot fudge, topped with fresh whipped cream, served with a square of peanut butter fudge on the side *insert heart-eyed emoji here*) was THE BEST.
Have you ever had a race rained/stormed out?
If anyone has any advice on how to run a half marathon in 80 degrees when you’ve been training in 50 degrees (other than “lower your expectations,” because trust me, I’ve got pretty low expectations for this race), I’m all ears.