The Weather Wasn’t Awful This Year (#lolla)

Ah, the time has come for my annual Lollapalooza recap!


This was Lolla’s 25th anniversary, so to celebrate, the festival extended from three days to four days. This apparently is a permanent change, as next year’s dates, announced on Sunday (Aug. 3-6) also cover four days. Anyway, originally I hoped to get a four day pass, but the lottery gods did not smile on me when four day passes went on sale, so I settled for, once again, just going to the festival on Sunday. (And, truth be told, given Thursday and Friday’s weather, I’m quite glad I only had a pass for Sunday.)

We had great weather at Lolla when I went in 2013, but for the past two years, I’ve put up with rain and/or festival-evacuating storms. When I saw the forecast for Sunday, which called for no rain and highs in the low 80s, I couldn’t have been more pleased. I have definitely paid my Lolla dues and felt it was high time that I enjoy the festival under some sun rather than under my umbrella.

I drug my feet getting ready and to the festival on Sunday, which meant I arrived a lot later than usual. This, in turn, meant I waited a LOT longer in line to get in. It took me 50 minutes to get into the festival, by which point I had missed all of Lindsey Stirling and most of Years and Years. Sad day. But, now I know that I can’t arrive at 2:45 and expect to get in quickly, and I’ll adjust accordingly in the future.

Once I did get in, I made a beeline for the first bar I encountered, where, after waiting for what felt like hours for the people in front of me to figure out how to pay for their wine, finally got my hands on water. I had brought a water bottle, but after last year’s horrific water bottle filling lines (where I waited 45 minutes to fill up a water bottle I’d down in just as much time, if not less), I didn’t want to risk wasting any time and happily paid $2 (a lot less than I expected, to be honest) for a can (??) of water.


Is this a thing? I’ve never seen canned water before. Drinking it was a bizarre experience. I kept expecting flavor or carbonation, but instead just got…water (which makes sense, as that’s what was in there). It did also make me feel a little bit cooler than normal, walking around *almost* looking like I was drinking a beer.

Years and Years were playing the Lakeshore stage, which is on the complete opposite end of Grant Park from where I entered. By the time I got there, I didn’t feel like I had enough time to really post up for their set before Halsey went on after them, so instead I went over to the Samsung stage where she would be playing (right across the field from the Lakeshore stage) and set up there, though not before stopping at a water bottle filling station…


…which, as you can see, had no line whatsoever. Figures.

As those of you who meticulously chronicle my movements may remember, I saw Halsey play Lolla last year as well. She played the BMI stage last year, which is the smallest stage at Lolla and generally where they stick the least-known acts. I had read, however, that Halsey was the most talked about artist on Twitter at SXSW in 2015, so I decided to see her set at the BMI stage, just in case she got big, so I could say I was there. (I’m the literal worst.) I knew a few of her songs and generally felt weird being at the set, since I wasn’t a rabid fan like most of the people around me. In the past year, however, I got more into Halsey, and was super excited to see her perform on one of the festival’s main stages.


She was great (as were the screens this year! Holy smokes, you could be so far back and still see everything!). I thought she did an awesome job, and I particularly like when she asked who had seen her at the BMI stage last year, and patted Past Bethany on the back for her excellent decision making in 2015😛

I wasn’t particularly interested in anyone playing during the 5:00 hour, so after Halsey I headed to Chow Town to get some food, ultimately deciding on Bao to the Pork at the Pork & Mindy’s stand, as I’ve heard fantastic things about that place but have never been myself.


And then I was headed right back to the Samsung stage for Flume, who I have now seen live five times, making him FAR and away my most frequently seen artist. I actually don’t think I’ve missed a show of his in Chicago since 2013, come to think of it. Anyway, two years ago he played the Pepsi stage at Lolla, which is the second smallest stage at the festival, so it was also cool to see him “graduate” to main stage, if you will (and a bit strange, if I’m being honest. I know Never Be Like You has probably been his most successful mainstream song, and it’s kind of crazy to think that this guy I saw on a Tuesday at the Metro three years ago is now big enough to play a main stage at Lolla during the 6:00 hour. I think this is the first time I actually, genuinely, got into someone before they were cool. I can’t wait for my hipster card to arrive in the mail!). This year was a far more enjoyable experience for me, if for no other reason than the fact that I did not have any 17 year olds mercilessly trying to grind with me, which is what happened the last time I saw Flume at Lolla. He also brought out both Vic Mensa and Vince Staples, and everyone loved that.


Once again, there was no one that particularly interested me after Flume’s set, so I spent some time walking around, trying to convince myself I didn’t want ice cream (I swear, I have never seen so many people walking around eating ice cream at Lolla) until the Lolla app sent me a push notification alerting me to the fact that there was, indeed, ice cream for sale in Chow Town (as if that hadn’t been obvious enough from the hundreds of people with ice cream cones). I considered that as good of a sign as any that I needed ice cream, and promptly made my way to Kilwin’s for some salted caramel.


Best $5 I’ve ever spent on one scoop of ice cream.

LCD Soundsystem and Ellie Goudling headlined on Sunday, and, although neither particularly interested me (are we sensing a theme here?), I decided Ellie Goulding sounded like the best option out of the two, and hung out near the back for half of her set before calling it a day and heading home for the night.


Out of my four Lollas, this one definitely was the weakest from a music standpoint for my personal preferences, but I still enjoyed myself. I do really like festival atmospheres, and honestly, I don’t think anything will ever top Lolla for me in that department. I know it’s expensive, but the quality of the event as a whole is unparalleled, in my opinion, and I’m definitely looking forward to the first weekend in August in 2017🙂


Anyone else go to Lolla this year? Or ever?

Chicago Marathon Training Week 8

Sunday, July 24: Yoga.
This one:

My decision to do this particular practice had absolutely nothing to do with anything, other than the fact that I had about 35 minutes to do yoga, and this video fit that length of time. I actually had another video in mind that I wanted to do, but it was 50+ minutes long.  Sad day. This practice was WAY gentler than I needed/wanted, but what can ya do? There are worse things in life than taking it easy during yoga.

Monday, July 25: 6.41 miles in 1:08:08 for a 10:37 pace.
Ugh. This was miserable. I was supposed to warm up for a mile, then do 3×1.5 miles at tempo pace with 90 second recovery, and finish with a cooldown mile. A little basic math reveals that that did not happen. It was a balmy 88 degrees when I headed out of this run, and even though I primarily ran on shaded sidewalks, I struggled big time on this run. I did manage to do two 1.5s, but my second one was a run/walk situation, as was my cooldown run. I felt pretty discouraged after this one. It was one in a string of runs that involved walk breaks, and even though I don’t really have a time goal this year, I still want to run as much of the marathon as possible.

Tuesday, July 26: Dance.
I have given up on trying to figure out the attendance at dance this season. After giving up on a guy who hadn’t been there in three weeks, he suddenly reappeared on Tuesday, while the one girl who had come every week (other than my friend, who also comes every week) was not there. Because of this, we spent class reviewing everything. Again. Look, I give credit to people who show up after missing an entire month, but it would be REALLY nice if we could do something other than relearn the same two dances every single week:/

Wednesday, July 27: Strength training.
I did No Speed Limit from the NTC app, but I wish I hadn’t. This “30 minute” workout spent SO much time on the warmup, that I’d bet I did maybe 20 total minutes of actual work during the workout. If you want to do a 20 minute workout, then this is probably fine for you, but I wanted to do a 30 minute workout, so this felt more like a waste of my time than anything.

Thursday, July 28: 4 miles in 40:45 for a 10:11 pace.
Another crappy weather day, another treadmill run. It was raining on my way home, and I saw lightening, so I figured I should run on the treadmill, but I probably could’ve slogged this one out outside if I had waited a little longer. It was crushingly humid, though, so at least I avoided that altogether by running inside. I’m really sick of the treadmill, though.

Friday, July 29: Rest.

Saturday, July 30: 13.3 miles in 2:19:14 for a 10:28 pace.
I have to say, my group leaders this year are nothing if not consistent with the whole 10:30 thing! It was a bit humid on Saturday, but on the way home we had a nice breeze which kept things fairly comfortable. My favorite thing about this run was that we went north first, as opposed to just going to south like normal. I love when we do that, because then we hit all our normal mile markers much farther along than usual (we hit the normal mile 2 at mile 5, for example, since we went north first) and that makes everything feel SO much easier and go SO much faster. I felt totally fine during the run, but after getting home and sitting around for a little bit, my left shin was really bugging me. The pain felt muscular (based on this, I’d say it was my extensor digitorum longs). A similar thing happened around the Fourth of July and then resolved itself without much effort on my part, so I hope that will happen again. In the mean time, I’m trying to wear good shoes, rest, and ice as much as I can to hopefully help it out.

I did this last week, too:

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So, if nothing else, I’m at least registered for my birthday marathon. That probably explains why I feel hurt now! Haha. But I’m excited to take this on, and just need to make it through the next six weeks in one piece to make it happen.

Thursday Things

1. Death has turned its cruel eye on my impatiens.



I’m completely flummoxed by this turn of events. Here’s the deal: last year, I only planted impatiens in my porch. They all caught blight, and this is what I was left with:


Not exactly what I had been going for.

The Interwebs told me that blight spores can stick around, even past the winter (though I think that was more about spores in dirt rather than spores on pots, so this may not have applied to me as I threw all the dirt away, but I wasn’t interested in taking any chances), so this year, I reserved my purple pots for begonias, which, like all non-impatien flowers, are immune to Impatien Downy Mildew (aka blight), due to their “not being impatiens” qualities. Instead, I bought four brand new pots for my impatiens, in which I planted four regular impatiens around the edges with one New Guinea impatien in the middle: two with pinkish/orangeish flowers, and two with red flowers. The pinkish/orangeish ones, as you can see, are doing just fine:


Both of the red ones, however, appear to be quite dead.

I don’t understand this! They’re the same plants! They’ve received the exact same kind of care – same amount of food, same amount of water, same amount of everything! I thought at first maybe they had caught blight, but they’re not dying in the same way my blighted plants last year died, and, once again according to the Interwebs, New Guinea impatiens are supposed to be particularly resistant to blight, so that doesn’t seem particularly likely.

Now I’m also trying to figure out how to dig up my dead New Guinea impatiens without disturbing the perfectly healthy (at least as far as I can see) normal impatiens…and rearrange my flowers, now that my pattern is all disrupted. SIGH AGAIN. I don’t know for sure that I’ll plant flowers next year (my landlord has toyed with the idea of selling my place, and, if he does, we’ll obviously have to leave after our lease is up next year, and I don’t want to invest time and money and energy into flowers when I may not have anywhere to keep them past mid-July/August.), but if I do, I’m sticking exclusively to begonias in my porch, because THEY don’t seem to have any qualms about how I treat them, and I have lost my patience with my impatiens (bad pun😛 ).

2. Monday evening, after a miserable attempt at a tempo run, I settled in for my usual Monday night routine: watching The Bachelorette and feeling good about my life choices. As much as it embarrasses me to admit it, I rather enjoy watching The Bachelor(ette) with my roommates on Monday evenings, because gosh darn it, I’m mature and well-adjusted enough in my normal life, thank you very much, and I’m allowed to have this one mind-rotting thing in my life.

WELL! You can IMAGINE my utter dismay when I turned on ABC 7 and found “MLB Baseball” on the TV Guide. In a MOST tragic turn of events, ABC 7 apparently had the rights to the White Sox/Cubs game on Monday and, since the game took place at the same time as The Bachelorette, aired that instead. I was not at all pleased. I suppose I wasn’t displeased to have a free two hours on my hands, but it was the second to last episode! And everything was spoiled before I even got a chance to watch it.

Somehow, some way, I will find the strength to go on.

3. Speaking of things that outrage me:


This miserable screen greeted me on Duolingo a week or so ago, and I was so angry. It would’ve been one thing if I actually had broken my streak and skipped a day, but I didn’t! I did my two lessons the day before, and it told me I had done so, but then it just took my streak away! The injustice of it all! *shakes fist at sky*

Where my Bachelorette fans at? Can we please discuss the overall lousiness of this season? I have been so wildly disappointed by this whole cast of characters. I’ve still been watching, of course, because I love the ~dRaMa~, but I’ve had the worst time–by which I mean a nearly impossible time–trying to care about any of the guys this season, which kind of kills the whole thing, thinking they’re all fairly awful/uninteresting. The troubles of my life😛

Chicago Marathon Training Week 7

Sunday, July 17: Yoga.
I planned to take a rest day on Sunday because I planned to be in Wisconsin spectating IM 70.3 Racine, but since that didn’t happen and I ended up having an entire day of free time on my hands, I did this instead:

It was a lot less chaturanga-heavy than the yoga I did the week before, but there were some CRAZY poses in this practice. I took a lot of the modifications offered.

Monday, July 18: 12 miles in 2:15:04 for an 11:15 pace.
I’m pretty sure I’m still sweating from this run.

I took my perk day for July last Monday so I could get in my weekly long run because I knew I wouldn’t have time to do a long run on the 23rd or 24th, and the forecast for both of those days looked horrific anyway. Does doing a long run two days after your previous week’s long run kind of defeat the purpose? Eh, maybe. But it was a one time thing, and last week was a cutback week, so I wasn’t too concerned.

Running 12 miles before work is a special kind of misery, but I got it done. I didn’t get out running until 7:30, and I knew I wanted to avoid the Lakefront Trail (morning = sunshine = no thanks), so instead I stuck to shady neighborhood streets, which made things almost tolerable, but I was still a disgusting, sweaty mess. I had emptied my water bottle by mile eight, and discovered, to my immense delight, that the Chicago Park District not only maintains drinking fountains along the Lakefront Trail, but has them in parks as well. I stopped around mile 8 to fill up again, and proceeded to drain my refill by the time I had finished running. I took three walks breaks over the course of this run: two while eating my Honey Stinger chews to refuel, and one at mile nine because I was SO HOT and SO MISERABLE. Aside from those miles, though, which definitely impacted my overall pace, I was quite surprised at how fast (“fast”) I ran for the first several miles. I ran seven of the nine non-walk-break miles in 10:xx, which I didn’t think I’d be able to do in that kind of weather.

I also took a brief break (during which I stopped my watch) at mile 11.5 to pull up the Starbucks mobile app and place an order for a smoothie (#21stcentury). I ended my run at the Starbucks closest to my house, walked in as they were making my smoothie, and proceeded to down almost the entire thing before I got back to my place.


Tuesday, July 19: Dance.
Dance attendance continues to baffle me. Everyone from the first week (aside from one person, who I think is definitely gone at this point) reappeared on Tuesday, which meant we spent the entire class reviewing what we’ve already learned, as many of them have missed at least some of the initial instruction. I really hope we’re able to learn another routine this week so our graduation performance isn’t just two combos

Wednesday, July 20: 3 miles in 30:21 for a 10:27 pace.
Three miles on the treadmill to start off my Wednesday. I had lead legs for the first mile, but by the end they felt better, and that’s about as exciting and interesting as things got on that run.

Thursday, July 21: 6 miles in 59:40 for a 9:57 pace.
So. This was supposed to be a tempo run, with a one mile warmup, four miles at tempo (8:45-8:55), and then a one mile cooldown. I did this run on the treadmill as well, because it was like 90 degrees and with a zillion percent humidity on Thursday. I thought 8:45-8:55 both sounded ridiculous and out of my ability level for a tempo run, so instead, I planned to do my tempo miles at closer to a 9:30, which is where I always felt like I was achieving the “comfortable hardness” of a tempo run prior to joining RunnersConnect, where they seem to think the only acceptable pace for speedwork is 8K-on-a-good-day race pace or faster. I…did not exactly succeed in doing this at all. Honestly, this run was so all over the place that I couldn’t even really tell you what happened. I know I hopped off the treadmill at 1.9 and 2.9 miles to drink water (I was using my normal water bottle, not my handheld running bottle, and my normal water bottle has a screw top and open mouth, which is very difficult to drink from while running.). I also know I took a walk break some time after mile 2.9 and before mile 5, and I might have actually taken two walk breaks…I don’t remember. Like I said, this was so all over the place that it’s hard to keep track of what actually happened when, as I didn’t write it down when it was happening. What I do know, however, is that I did not make my last mile a cooldown mile, because you can only run on the treadmills at my gym for 60 minutes before they automatically shut off. Because of the walk breaks, etc., I didn’t have 10:30 or so to get in my last mile at a cooldown pace like I would’ve liked, so instead I ended up fast finishing this run, ending with an 8:xx pace, in my race to hit six miles before the treadmill timed out (which I did, as you may notice, by a whopping 20 seconds).

Friday, July 22: Rest.

Saturday, July 23: Strength training.
Did Controlled Blast from NTC, because it required no equipment and it was so hot that I didn’t want to leave my house to go to the gym. This workout was a doozy, but I really liked the format. After warming up, you had three sections of four exercises. You did three sets of each of these four exercises, but the time you had to do the exercise got shorter each set. So, for example: you first did exercise A for one minute, then exercises B for one minute, then exercise C for one minute, then exercises D for one minute. Then you went straight back to the top, but this time did exercise A for 40 seconds, followed by exercise B for 40 seconds, etc. Finally, you did all four exercises for 30 seconds each. Then, after 30 seconds of rest, you’d move on to a whole new section, with exercises E, F, G and H, the sets for which followed the same time scheme as the did for exercises A, B, C and D (1:00, :40, :30). Any workout that makes me start with the hardest amount of work and progressively gets easier is right up my alley, so I was a big fan of this one, even if it did beat me up a bit.

Allegedly, the heat is supposed to break this week, at least somewhat, so I’m hoping I’ll be able to get outside for some miles instead of pounding it out on the treadmill. I’m glad that I have the option to run inside on days where it feels like it’s close to or over 100 degrees, but I don’t plan to run a marathon on a treadmill any time soon, and would much rather put in my training time on pavement instead. Fingers crossed!

Thursday Things

1. This is where I planned to recap my experience spectating Ironman 70.3 Racine, providing an invaluable resource to all those who plan to spectate the race in the future who Googled “how to spectate Ironman 70.3 Racine,” which I Google many times over the past couple of weeks. Then this happened:


So instead I’ll tell you about how I got up at 5:20 on Sunday morning, drove a Zipcar all the way up to Gurnee, spent some time in the McDonald’s parking lot right by Great America only to find out that the race had cancelled the swim and shortened the bike, making my friends who I had intended to watch decide that it wasn’t worth it and were bailing, and then turned right back around and made it back to my apartment, returned Zipcar and all, by 8:45 a.m.

And then, about a month from now, you can come back to a blog near you (i.e.: this one), where I will, hopefully, recap what it’s like to spectate Ironman 70.3 Steelhead, which all of my friends now plan to race.

I have to say, though, I was so impressed by how well my friends handled the weather situation on Sunday. For most of them, it would’ve been their first half Ironman, and if I had been in their shoes, I would’ve been alternately livid and inconsolable over the fact that the weather had thwarted my goal race. They all seemed to take it in stride, though, so props to my friends for being more mature and levelheaded than I am.

2. As I mentioned in my marathon training recap post, it was miserably humid last Wednesday. The forecast called for storms, and though it took things a while to get going, sometime around 7:00 or so a nasty thunderstorm rolled through. The storm wrapped up a little after 8:00, just in time for sunset, and my oh my did the sky put on a show to reward us for putting up with the icky weather.


I truly have never seen a more beautiful rainbow in my life. I was on the phone when I saw this, and I literally stopped in the middle of my sentence when I saw the rainbow because I was so blown away by this. I don’t have a good picture to show the whole thing, but it was a full, double rainbow (you can see the second rainbow in that picture if you look closely). The color was stunning, and the whole scene almost brought me to tears, it was so heart-stompingly gorgeous. An iPhone photo could never do it justice.

3. Finally get to cross this off my Chicago bucket list.

I was in Little Italy on Thursday, so at long last I hit up Mario’s Lemonade, which has a reputation as being one of the the cold-treat places you HAVE to visit in Chicago during the summer. I got a pineapple lemonade, which is kind of like a snow cone, but a thousand times less icy and artificial and thus a thousand times more delicious.

I approve.

Have you ever seen a full rainbow? I went to Rocky Mountain National Park 10 (omg stop) years ago, and my family and I saw one there on a hike, and you could see both ends of the rainbow hitting the ground (no pot of gold, though, weirdly enough😛 ) Other than that, though, I don’t remember ever seeing another one beside last week’s!


Chicago Marathon Training Week 6

Sunday, July 10: Yoga.
When I set out to “finalize” my marathon training schedule (“finalize” because I obviously recognize that things will change, but at least I now have a solid idea of what I plan to accomplish each week), I made a point of including weekly yoga and strength training, because I was deeply unsatisfied with the lack of both of those in my training program. To that end, I practiced yoga for the first time in…I’m not really sure how long. Probably since May? Or maybe April? on Sunday, following this video:

Skipping the handstand part because lolnope. Definitely not an element in my practice, as they say.

Other than that, though, I really enjoyed this video. My arms, on the other hand, did not enjoy it, and enthusiastically voiced their protests against the gazillion chaturangas through Tuesday. Ouchie.

Monday, July 11: 4.53 miles (1 mi. warmup, 1 mi. at 7:55 [3 min. recovery], 800 at 7:55 [2 min. recovery], 600 at 7:15 [2 min. recovery], 400 at 7:05, 1 mi. cooldown) in 46:31 for an overall 10:31 pace.
I decided to not be a hero this week, and instead of attempting speed work outside in 90 degree heat, hung out on the treadmill. My gym has two cardio areas: one with a lot of treadmills, and one with only a couple treadmills. I usually go to the area with a lot of treadmills, because obviously they’re less likely to fill up, but the air conditioning on that side of the gym barely seems functional, and I was sick and tired of running inside and feeling just as miserable as I’d feel outside. So I ventured over to the other side of the gym on Monday and was oh-so relieved to discover much better air conditioning on that half. Looks like I’ve found a new place to run on hot days.

Anyway, I have mixed feelings about this workout. My legs were surprisingly heavy, and for the first time ever, I knocked my usual default 1% grade down to 0%, because 17 minutes into this run I was just dying at 1%. The 7:55 mile in this workout is so hard. I hate hate hate it. My left hip also bugged me during that mile, which was equal parts unexpected and unwelcome, as my hip had been quite cooperative for the past week or so. I ended up jumping off the treadmill at each quarter mile and catching my breath for 10 seconds before starting up again. I felt miserable and out of shape (again), and pretty much just wanted to throw in the towel. However, while the intervals do get progressively faster in this workout, they also get much shorter, making them a bit easier to do as things go on, and I think I prefer that to a bunch of 400s (or 800s, but I prefer anything to a bunch of 800s). So yeah, mixed feelings.

Tuesday, July 12: Dance.
Another week, another different crew of people. Graduation is going to be awfully interesting if this keeps happening. There are three people (including me) who have come to class every week. Two people, I presume, have dropped out entirely, as they never reappeared after week one (person #1) or week two (person #2), and Tuesday was week four of class. Another person, person #3, showed up on week one, two and three, but not week four. Yet another person, person #4, showed up on weeks one and three, but not two and four. And finally, person #5 showed up on week one and four, but not two or three. Got all that? Class clearly has some stability issues that I imagine will make it difficult to pull together an entire, cohesive, decent-length routine, given that all of this inconsistency means we often have to backtrack and re-learn things (or, if we don’t spend much time reviewing, that the sporadic attendees have a hard time catching up, especially because not a single one of them has ever taken dance before, which, at least in my experience, makes learning and remembering choreography much harder, given that you’re still trying to figure out how to make your body move). Anyway, we did learn new choreography on Tuesday, which was nice for me, but I can only imagine what next week will hold if the unpredictable attendance continues.

Wednesday, July 13: 4.85 miles (.5 mi warmup, 5×800 with 3 min. recovery, 1 mi cooldown) in 50:00 for an overall 10:19 pace.
I cannot overstate how much I loathe 800s. Thankfully, with my revised training plan I won’t have to do any more between now and my marathon(s)/ever. I will seriously take any speed workout over 800s. Did this one on the treadmill as well, because the weather on Wednesday was horrifically humid, and just being outside was miserable, never mind running, never mind running 800s. The treadmill and I bonded way too much this week.

Thursday, July 14: Strength training.
Digging more into the new NTC app. On Thursday, I did Wipeout 2.0, and I found it to be perfectly challenging: not too hard that I had to skip or modify exercises, but not so easy that I felt like I wasn’t working. I do prefer 45-minute NTC workouts to 30-minute NTC workouts, which Wipeout 2.0 is, but what can you do? This workout billed itself as good for “cardiovascular conditioning and lower body endurance,” so I figured it’d be ideal for marathon training. I can fully vouch for the “lower body endurance” aspect of this, as my butt, hamstrings, and hips were SCREAMING on Friday and Saturday with soreness. It was an unpleasant reminder of how much I’ve neglected strength training all season😦

Friday, July 15: Rest.
Thank goodness.

Saturday, July 16: 9.63 miles in 1:41:36 for a 10:31 pace.
RunnersConnect called for 11 miles; CARA called for 8 miles. I compromised with 9. Or rather, I intended to compromise with 9. Our group ended up running past the eight mile turnaround in order to hit up a water station, hence the extra mileage (which really made my run more of a compromise than it would have been if I just ran nine miles). I’m not gonna lie: this was the toughest run of marathon season thus far. My butt was still so sore from Thursday’s workout, and my first mile (which I did on my own) was pure misery due to that soreness. Fortunately, it dissipated as the run went on, as muscle soreness tends to do, but wowza was this a rough one. Lesson learned: no more new leg workouts two days before a long run. On the bright side, it was really pretty outside, so there’s that.


And people wonder why I get up at 4:45 to run on Saturday mornings. Meanwhile, I wonder why you’d miss something this peaceful and wonderful if you knew it existed in your city.

I have a weird schedule next weekend, which means I’m taking my July half day Monday morning (this morning!) to do my long run for the week today – maybe even as you’re reading this! It’s not much recovery time from Saturday to Sunday, so I’m hoping my body holds up all right. I’m definitely looking forward to having a free (from running) weekend, though! That’ll be a nice treat🙂

Thursday Things

1. I didn’t have any plans on Sunday, and was trying to decide if I wanted to watch Olympic Trials on TV that evening or if I wanted to get ahead on blogging stuff instead, when my phone went off with a text from one of my friends, asking if I wanted to come along to Andrew McMahon and the Wilderness/Panic! at the Disco/Weezer at the Hollywood Casino Amphitheater in Tinley Park that night. So, in what became one of the most spontaneous evenings of my life, about two hours later I found myself in Tinley Park at a show I had no expectations of attending.

I was most excited to see Andrew McMahon and the Wilderness, because I really like Andrew McMahon, and even though I knew he wouldn’t play Konstantine (one of my favorite songs of all time) because it wasn’t November 11 and he only plays it on November 11 (11/11), I was still really happy I’d get to see him live. He did play Dark Blue from his Jack’s Mannequin days, which basically made my night, because I’ve also always liked that song. Let me tell you how much, “Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?” spoke to my angsty teenage soul. Hahaha.

Speaking of my angsty teenage years, Panic! was up after Andrew McMahon, and wowza. What a throwback.


Granted, Panic! has gone more of the way of Fall Out Boy than most of the other alternative/punk bands of the ’00s, in that they continued to make music under the same name instead of rebranding three times like Andrew McMahon. I had a serious, “Eff, I’m old,” moment when Brendon Urie, the main guy in Panic!, mentioned that the band had formed 12 years ago, and then went into “I Write Sins, Not Tragedies,” which, according to Wikipedia, was released as a single in February 2006. That is something I do not want to think about, nope, not at all, not even a little bit, thanks. Obviously “I Write Sins, Not Tragedies” went over really well with the crowd, since that’s probably Panic!’s most notable song, but what was mind boggling to me was that there were SO many kids there, and they were all singing along as if this had been something they listened to on the radio when they were driving home from high school, except nope, they definitely did not do that, because they all were still wearing BRACES and are probably looking forward to including the concert in their “What I Did This Summer” reports that they’ll be assigned to write on their first day of eighth grade next month, so when that song was on the radio they were probably, you know, two years old. I CANNOT.

Weezer went on after Panic!, and finally all the poor, poor parents who got dragged along to that show could have their moment. My friend and I left three songs into Weezer’s set, because we’re too old to stay out late on Sunday nights, but not old enough to be willing to stay out late to see Weezer haha. But it was still a really fun way to spend the night🙂

2. In my apartment, we have a cupboard that I have long referred to as Where Dreams Go to Die. In this cupboard, my roommates and I stored all of our Tupperware/similar food storing containers, and it was one of the most frustrating things about my apartment. Multiple bottoms had no matching tops, several tops had no matching bottoms, and there wasn’t a lick of organization in the whole cupboard, which turned putting away leftovers and food prepping into an experience that generally made me want to tear my hair out. So, with some spare time on my hands on Saturday and a whole lot of Type A motivation, I went to work.


Ahhhh. Look at that! Everything has a mate! And, beyond that, since I emptied out the entire cupboard, it was so easy to put everything back in a nice, neat, organized manner, so now you can, you know, find things. I’m sure it won’t last long/at all, but for the moment, this just filled my heart with happiness.

3. Look!



I’ve been making eggs for myself a couple times per week for breakfast for just about six years now, and I don’t remember ever getting an egg with twins in it before. I was, unsurprisingly, pathetically excited about this.

Do you have any good ways for keeping Tupperware organized? Other than moving into my own apartment where I would have total and complete control over the cleanliness and organization of the place (but also much higher living expenses and crushing loneliness, which is not worth it for me).
What kind of music do I need to listen to to end up at concerts that aren’t overrun by people without driver’s licenses and/or the ability to drink legally? Because I know Lolla’s going to, as always, be filled with a bunch of people who weren’t alive in the 90s, and I’m concerned I’m about to tap out on my ability to handle teeeeeeeeeeeens at shows. Ugh, I’m so old.