As I transition to a new stage of running, I've decided to go from PR chaser to volunteer extraordinaire.
And thus I found myself at Chain O' Lakes State Park early and dark to help out at check-in for the HUFF 50K. I passed out packets for 50K runners with last names beginning with K. It was pretty rad ... and hectic. Ultra/trail runners seemed to be a bit more laid back and many seemed to get there with less than 20 minutes to spare. It seems so crazy compared to running marathons, where you hop in a corral an hour early after a half-hour of pottying.
I was so tired when I got home that I skipped my run and took a nap. I then watched an episode of "Cutthroat Kitchen" while I drank too much half-caff and tried to become alert. And, yes, I actually just gave in and brought the pot to the living room so I could stop getting up.
One last outing to pick up Christmas gifts. Miles and I took advantage of a pop-up boutique of local goods to buy something for Nana. It's getting a smidge harder to carry him, which I prefer to do in parking lots, so I sucked up my pride and took advantage of the preggo parking spots. Out of guilt or necessity, I ran when I got home.
Snacking took an interesting turn Saturday night. I didn't want anything sweet so I sliced up some Cabot Creamery cheddar (that I won on a giveaway) and enjoyed it with olives, pickles and cream soda zevia. As Kathleen said on Instagram, if you didn't know I was pregnant, you do now.
Cookies for "Santa" — Nutella with M&Ms. It could be the smartest or worst thing I've ever done.
Sunday was spent at a holiday brass band concert. One of the musicians is a friend of Mark's so we went to support him and then had dinner. It was a bit outside our normal activities but a lot of fun. It could be a holiday tradition!