Weekend Runs & Bookworm Fun

Ingredients for a perfect weekend:

• Running
• Running with husband
• Running with friends
• Wine or Champagne
• Books, reading, book club
• BRUNCH

This past weekend involved all of the above… and I can’t wait to have another just like it.

Saturday, Mr. Speedy took me a nice long 13 mile run that has hilly trails sprinkled throughout.
This sounds very pleasant.
Even adventurous.
But it was actually quite dangerous.

This was all fine and dandy until we hit about mile 7, and were running aimlessly on a trail that clearly was a loop (WHICH MEANT WE WERE DOOMED FOREVER) and I began to panic that a) we would never escape the forest b) be forced to eat leaves and eventually c) die in each other’s sweaty arms.

As much as a death in each other’s sweaty arms would be romantic and somewhat epic, I was starving and really wanted a Panera Bread smoothie and it was my goal to get one. I complained to Mr. Speedy that we were lost, and probably going to be lost for hours, and that I was hungry and also had to go the bathroom. And forgot to brush my teeth.

He told me to stop being so dramatic and continued to drag me through the never-ending trail…. and we eventually re-surfaced to an open area that was familiar. Good thing he was with me.

Looking down at my watch, it was clear that we were actually only lost and running aimlessly for approximately 13 minutes. BUT- that is a long freaking time to be running around in uncharted territory that is thick with trees and rocks and creepy animal sounds.

My legs post-trail run. Little bit of mud. I have no idea how my socks stayed that clean???

The next day, I met two girls from book club to do a 10 mile run prior to our Brunch meeting.

I was VERY EXCITED for this run. Running with people for the first time is like a blind date, except you already know you like the person and want to spend time with them.

Ok- that is actually a weird reference and doesn’t make a lotta sense… but basically, I was EXCITED.

It was a blast running with these ladies. We chatted, enjoyed the weather, talked about everything from work, love, babies, periods, food, and just enjoyed our run. The one gal (I’ll call her Harley, because she just bought a Harley which makes her the coolest), ran 5 with us before going home to shower before the brunch. She was pretty funny because she sprinted off mid-run, let us catch up, and then was like ‘I regret that sprint.’ Ahhhh….. so different from running with Mr. Speedy!

The other girl (I shall call her Poly because she is getting her PhD in Political Science which is freakin’ amazing!), stuck it out for the full 10 and did awesome. I think she may have surprised herself with her overall run time. Poly is doing the Detroit marathon in October so I hope we can get some long runs in together! Makes it so much less painful.

Running with these girls makes you really cherish being able to share the sport. In some ways, running kind of allows you to open up and talk about things maybe you wouldn’t normally. It’s a raw sport and you are just yourself. Everyone is in the same boat, striding along one step at a time.

After running, it was time for book club brunch! Everyone brought something and it was delicious. We had a new member who made a blueberry-lemon-crazy-good-bread-cobbler. I strategically sat myself in front of it…. and Poly made HOMEMADE BAGELS.

HAVE YOU EVER HAD HOMEMADE BAGELS?

You have not eaten a bagel until you eat a homemade one. I told her that if I ever get really sick of something tragic happens, please just give me a bag of bagels. It’ll fill my heart and tummy with pure carb joy.

 

Brunch!

Harley on her harley!

We discussed the books The Devil Wears Prada and Where We Belong (both very fun, summer reads).

I ate 4 bagels and 6 cookies.

The cookies were from my friend (I shall nickname her NY because she used to intern there). This Friday, NY and I, along with our friend Greek (that is her nickname because she is super-duper Greek) will be traveling to the Upper Peninsula for a girls’ getaway.

Here is the group:

NY, Greek, and I. This was at my bachelorette party- ignore my penis necklace.

We are touring the famous Pictured Rocks via kayak. NY is convinced this is dangerous – but it is not.

My co-worker recently did this and check out her picture:

Pictured Rocks!

How awesome does this look??? I plan to take many pictures and not tip my kayak over from pure excitement.

What is your favorite food at a brunch??? BAGELS. I SHALL EAT THEM ALL.

Sincerely,

Lily

The Worst Souvenir Ever

We bought the worst souvenir ever while on our honeymoon in Paris.

Coffee and map reading.

I know what you are thinking –

How is that possible? It was your honeymoon! Everything should have been oozing romance and perfection. What prompted you to purchase something that would have been anything less than satisfactory?

I had such HIGH hopes for this souvenir too, it makes me so sad to think that it is now hidden away in my closet, stacked between heavy books not easily moved.

It is not a common souvenir.
In fact, it was custom made, right before our eyes.
One of a kind.
A complete original.

It is not one of those cheesy dime-a-dozen key chains with the Eiffel tower or a neon-green shirt with ‘City of Love’ sprayed across the chest in obnoxiously large font.

Nope. It is way better that.

It is a charcoal drawing/sketch of my portrait done by a seemingly talented artist who was standing right along the Seine, just next to the Eiffel tower.

As if, this was the most convenient place for an artist to create art.

My camera bag is only slightly large. Moments before we found the artist.

He caught our eye because he had just finished a sketch and it was stunning. The woman looked beautiful. She had deep shades to show the contour of her facial bones and her eyes were smiling. Immediately, Mr. Speedy asked how much and agreed I would be the subject.

However, the artist’s work that we just saw, and approved of, was taking a break so his co-worker promptly stepped in and began my sketch.

This is so exhilarating! We can frame this and always remember our honeymoon and Paris… I thought as I sat and positioned myself to look at the artist.

I used to be an model for the Art Department at grad school and it was my favorite job ever. This brought back a flood of memories and kind of gives a person a whole new level of value that they can keep to themselves. I can be the subject. I am the subject. I am being art.

However, after some time and sketching, it was apparent something was very very very wrong.

Mr. Speedy kept snooping, peeking over the artist’s shoulder, and making these contorted faces as if he just bit into a rotten apple.

And when the artist was finally done and wiped his brow, as if to say You were difficult… but I am a master, I held my breath hoping it was a notable likeness.

To my horror, this is what he saw in me:

My lips are NOT that lush. Those eyebrows… did he miss out on how the thickness? My neck is a size XXL. Just to let you know if you buy me a button up.

Man. I am a man.

WHAT IS THIS.

We payed the artist, and walked away with our sketch (if you can even call it that, it is more like a long-lost twin brother), and wondered how on Earth did the man think that this looked anything like me?

“I feel like he looked at you, and any type of flaw, like your thicker eyebrows or freckles, he altered your face. I don’t like it. I love your face and this is not it,” Mr. Speedy said.

It’s true – my real features are pretty plain – I have small lips, large eyes, thick eyelashes, crazy eyebrows, freckles, and a very thin neck.

Mr. Speedy things that this portrait looks like….

• Me as a male football player
• Me as an male army sargent
• Me if I got lip injection, a nose job, and tweezed all my eyebrows out
• Me if I was not me

I guess in the future, if we REALLY want a portrait done, we should probably go with an artist who is a bit more legitimate than a man sketching tourists along the Seine.

Sincerely,

Lily

p.S. On a completely unrelated note, I just figured out our iPad has Photobooth which means I can take pictures like this:

The Best Stamp in my Passport

Name this movie-

But Jack, Jack gave me the perfect gift
a stamp in my passport.
He took me to Florence for our honeymoon.
I guess he might say he gave me the world.

While You Were Sleeping.

As I held my ticket to Paris, this scene and these words kept replaying in my head.

I was about to see the world, a world I only had studied and read about in Art History, a world that Mr. Speedy knew meant everything to me.

I hope one day I can give him the world.
The trip of a lifetime.
Take him some place he has always wanted to go but never had the chance.
Maybe this will just a be a lifetime of making a home, family, and memories with him?

♥

Here is an overview of what we did/saw during our trip.

First, Mr. Speedy really went above and beyond with our stay in Pairs.
We stayed in a suite at the Saint James Pairs.
A previous mansion that is now a luxury hotel.

The lobby.

Us on the first night outside the Saint James.

Our room was two levels and decorated in highly elaborate fabrics, wallpapers, patterns, and paintings. We had a spiral staircase that made me dizzy. Portraits of people. A set of really tall windows (no screens). It was very unique.

The sitting room. I LOVE this book wallpaper.

Part of the sitting area.

The main bathroom.

Water.

This man was always staring at us.

Paper and pen.

Our hats that Mr. Speedy’s Aunt and Uncle gifted to us before we left!

Our key.

Furniture.

Bedroom.

Lobby stairs.

Zebras!

Enough about the room.

Here is what we did:

• Arc de triomphe
• Eiffel Tower
• Musee de l’orangerie (see the beautiful massive Monet waterlilies here)
• Champs Elysees (major street with shopping, shopping, and more shopping)
• Musée Marmottan (a tour of a patron’s mansion…. SO much impressionism inside. GO SEE THIS.)
• Louvre – we did not go in because that would take me weeks to get through, but walked along the outside
• Notre Dame
• Sainte Chapelle
• Pont des arts (the lock bridge for lovers — DO THIS IF YOU GO TO PARIS WITH YOUR LOVE)
• Musee Rodin (MY FAVORITE. I WOULD LIKE TO LIVE IN HERE.)
• Les Invalides (Napolean’s tomb…. it is massive and the most regal thing ever).

I started to cry when I saw this. I cried pretty much everywhere I went. It was all so beautiful.

Arch!

The top of the arch.

Wedding band.

Carvings.

What is dissss?

We made it.

Walking.

Jet-lagged but happy.

It is MASSIVE.

My love.

Preparing to go into museums.

Renior.

I think he was sleeping standing up.

Oh someone was being funny.

Zee River!

Lover’s Bridge-

Locks, Locks, Locks.

He bought a big lock.

Notre Dame.

Notre Dame

Notre Dame

Notre Dame

Notre Dame

Notre Dame.

Saint-chapelle

Saint chapelle stainglass

Saint chapelle stainglass

Saint chapelle stainglass

My favorite place- Rodin’s museum and gardens-

I have no idea what I am doing.

Close -up of ‘The Kiss’

Napolean’s Tomb-

It was MASSIVE.

Then we took a train and went to Nice for the rest of the week.

Our hotel was built into the side of a rock formation (Hotel la Perouse), jutting out along the sea. Just above us, we could hike up to the castle ruins and overlook the entire town. Nice was relaxing, less crowded than Paris, and had all the food of Italy. I loved it.

View from hotel.

Bird!

Loved these steps.

Mountains in the distance.

Everything was in bloom!

We exlored the marina, I got my hair cut, and we sat long the coast.

It was a bit chilly!

Our room here was very romantic-

Hearts everywhere.

Kissing.

And the only sunset we caught was on our last night, in a hotel room at the airport, a perfect ending to the entire trip-

Airport sunset.

Tell me-

What has been your favorite vacation ever?

Was it Florida?
That time you went on a girls only getaway to your best friend’s house.
Italy.
Somewhere with a beach.
Tell me what blew your socks off.

 

Sincerely,

Lily

 

French Food (snails, gelato, and a recipe at the bottom)

 

Coffee and map reading. A daily thing we did.

One the greatest aspects of traveling to another country is indulging in the local cuisine.

Of the other European places I have been, here are a few favorites:

• Italy: Margherita Pizza. You will get it and think you can’t possibly consume the entire pie but before you know it, you can taste the divine Tuscan hills and you will begin to think about ordering a second.
• Bali: Watermelon with mint. It is refreshing, minty, and sweet.
• England: The tea and cookie thing. The tea alone will make you feel so cozy and happy and content, all your problems dissolve in the first sip.
• Italy (again): GELATO. No, this is not ice-cream and does not taste remotely like any frozen pre-packaged gelato you can find in your frozen department. It is smooth, rich, and kind of makes you feel like a supermodel. You deserve the best, so get two scoops.
• Germany: Schnitzel. Or Brezel. Who doesn’t like a fresh pretzel or a thin-slice of breaded meat with a slice of lemon? Mhmmm.
• Switzerland: The fondue. The cheese. The chocolate. It taste like nothing you have had before and after that, you will judge those little Kraft cheese slices forever.

And now France–

Snails in pesto.

Eating snails is serious. You get special tools.

Completed. We even soaked up the pesto with fresh bread.

Mr. Speedy and I tried to order new things (he was more adventurous than I) and allowed ourselves to indulge in wine, sweets, fish, croissants, you name it. If you are going to travel (and really enjoy yourself), budget for food. Especially in France, where it is rather expensive. He was really good at reminding me that we were on our honeymoon and enjoying every moment.

“What do you think you’ll order?” he would ask.
“Oh well, I was thinking the filet… but you know, it is like expensive…”
“Lily,” he smiled, putting down his menu. “Order whatever you want, this is our honeymoon. I didn’t plan this trip for you to be worried or budgeting. Order whatever.”

So, I ordered what my tummy desired-

This was one of our favorites meals!

I have no idea what they did to the cherry tomatoes but I LOATHE tomatoes and tried one of these and holy swoon. They were completely sweet and lacked the seed-spraying texture that I usually gag at.

Another favorite thing about France is that on every single corner there is a pastry shop. Full of fresh macaroons, croissants, sweet rolls. You will peer in the window and want what you see- go ahead and enjoy it, because whatever you eat will forever make any other pastry seem lacking.

A shop!

Macaroons!

This little guys are probably the reason that I gained 3 lbs on this trip.

WORTH EVERY POUND.

We found the most darling little cafe along the Seine, just before we visited the Notre Dame cathedral. Mr. Speedy claimed this was the best burger he had ever consumed and I had a fantstic chicken cabbage salad that the waiter shook and created right in front of me.

 

He waited patiently for me to take this picture before eating.

So goooood.

We discovered that the Leffe beer was a drink we both enjoyed (a rare thing because I generally do not like beer):

Beer!

Speaking of beer, one night in Paris we had the best party. It was just the two of us, a bag of chips, champagne, and beer. I highly recommend doing this. Even if you are at home. Throw on some robes and have a party-

He opened the bottle because I get scared of these things.

We ate ALL those chips.

Coffee and gelato breaks happened often. Especially when we were touring and Mr. Speedy saw a sign like this:

“Please, I need food. No more art.”

How can I refuse this face?

Naturally, little breaks were crucial to his sanity and my determination to get through each museum.

Sandwich and husband.

A bag. How thrilling.

Gelato, roll, diet coke.

OMG THIS IS THE BEST.

Serious map reading.

The best breakfast we have was at Hotel la Perouse in Nice.

We ordered it in bed because well, isn’t that what honeymooners do? It literally ended up in our bed… so we moved to the balcony.

All this for TWO PEOPLE??

Yummy.

We really loved this balcony. The night before we had champagne and strawberries, compliments of the hotel.

It was picture perfect-

Oh hello.

Yay!

Champagne before going out to dinner.

I LOVED Nice because it is oh-so-close to Italy which means they had my favorite kind of pizza…. it was better than ever.

And now for a little recipe –

We ordered this appetizer in Paris and it was healthy, light, and delicious.

Romaine hearts, beets, fresh Parmesan.

I have already made two versions of this since being back and love it. All you need-

• Romaine hearts
• Sliced beets (or tomatoes if you prefer)
• Freshly sliced Parmesan or mozzarella cheese
• Olive oil, balsamic vinegar

Lay out the romaine hearts on a plate. Placed sliced beets around. Place cheese on top, drizzle lightly with oil and vinegar. Chill and serve cold.

Sincerely,

I-want-some-Pizza-Lily

Kissinggggg. This happened like… every other 43 seconds.

Memories of a Champagne Gown and a French romance

Marriage.

What a simple two-syllable word that already holds such a heavy, happy weight in my heart.

Married.

I don’t have any professional pictures or the video back yet, so I am going to only post a few pictures to give a brief overview.

This day was heavy and thick with emotion and in the future, I’ll blog about moments in-depth (such as opening my wedding gift from Mr. Speedy or finding out my little brother was wearing my veil and taking selfies).

The 1920’s theme turned out amazing! It was blast to see how everything came together.

I will say, my absolute most favorite part of that entire day, was saying my vows.

I really thought it was going to be when I first saw and locked eyes with Mr. Speedy while walking down the aisle… but saying my vows was the most surreal moment I have ever had in my short life. I’ll never forget the look of pure happiness and committment and love on his face.

And apparently (I do not remember this), I jumped up and down a little out of excitement in the middle of this process. Megan and Brittany, do you recall?

Vows.

Favorite moment.

Married!

From there, the rest was a blur but a lot of fun and LET ME JUST SAY-

Having a big wedding is worth it for the fact that you are surrounded by a group of people who would probably never be together in the same room and there is such an overwhelming feeling of support and happiness, it makes it worth every single penny. After the vows, the best part was spending time and seeing people from near and far!

These kids were the best. I am so happy they were a part of the wedding.

Me with Londyn….. she was great!

MOH Shea and I 🙂

My sister looked amazing.

My cousin — can we just take a moment and be amazed at her hair???

Photo booth fun!

Mr. Speedy wants this framed. Now.

Gazing at each other

First dance!

A snapshot of the reception

Kiss and cake!

My wedding gift from Mr. Speedy was a beautiful pearl and crystal back drape necklace.

I am only going to wear backless gowns now.

It matched perfectly and was simply stunning. If you really want one, you can get order one from BHLDN from here. And then we can be twins.

HONEYMOON-

So when did I find out where I was going???

While signing our marriage license with the Priest, best man, and maid of honor someone let the secret out.

The Priest.

Of all people, he simply says to me, “So, I heard you are going to Paris. That’ll be quite a trip.”

Mr. Speedy’s face was shocked. I think he felt somewhat betrayed by the man that just married us.

So the next morning, straight from the hotel, we flew to Paris. PARIS.
PARIS.
PARIS.
PARISSSSSSSS.

This is probably the most selfless trip Mr. Speedy could have planned. My undergraduate degree was in Art History and impressionism is my favorite, but I have never been to Paris. Mr. Speedy planned this entire honeymoon around my love of art.

Each morning, I’d ask him – “What do you want to do today?”
“I want to see you smile and happy.”
And then I usually would have an internal debate on exploring Paris or staying locked away in our honeymoon nest of hotel room and come up for air hours, days later.
What is a girl to do with a response like that?

Louvre!

I made an amazing discovery on this trip. Mr. Speedy is completely capable of looking at art for hours, but only if you feed him a beer or two every other hour or so. This kept him sustained to see and observe art in an enjoyable matter.
When I missed my opportunity to get him a beer or food, this is what resulted:
Sleeping in Notre Dame.

On the other hand, I could have given up food and all drinks and showers for weeks and would have still had this smile-

Are you ready to see another cathedral???

We spent the first half of the week in Paris, then took a train to Nice for the remainder of our honeymoon.

And somewhere between getting married, being in Europe, and seeing so many new things –  I decieded t oget my hair cut by a man that did not speak any English and smelled strongly of espresso and chocolate.

It truly was a wonderful trip.

Hair cut! This is in Nice.

I am wearing the dress he bought me for the honeymoon in this picture. I felt extremely posh prancing around in this with my new haircut.

🙂

 

More to come this week….. XoXo

 

Sincerely,

Mr. Speedy’s WIFE

Musee Rodin! This was my favorite place.

 

Honeymoon Location……

Several months ago, Mr. Speedy did something.

On my birthday.

I was getting stressed over some wedding detail while out to dinner with him, my Mom, and sister. I barely enjoyed my meal because I was so upset and in a fit over whatever (I can’t even remember what it was – money? centerpieces?). I did not finish my meal and remember leaving the dinner feeling selfish and silly and exhausted. How dare this planning rob precious time away from a beautiful dinner with my family and love. What the heck, I thought to myself.

While driving home, Mr. Speedy turned down the radio, grabbed my hand, and told me something that I did not predict at all.

“The honeymoon,” he said. “You have been doing so much with everything else and  I can see it is a lot….. so the honeymoon.”

“Yes? What about it?” I questioned. At this point, we had played around with different places but nothing had formed.

“I am going to take care of it. I am going to plan it, pay for it, and get it all together. You just show up, say ‘I do,’ and fly away with me.”

And then my jaw fell straight into my lap and I melted into a pile of mush.

Really.

I’ll plan it. Pay for it. Show up and marry me then fly away…

WHO SAYS THINGS LIKE THIS? DO ROMANTIC GESTURES LIKE THIS EXIST?

Yes, Mr. Speedy does things like this. I felt just like Carrie in Sex and the City, when Big decides to pick up the tab for their new, beautiful apartment. Like no big deal. I got it.

That being said, here is what I know about the surprise honeymoon:

• Passport: He asked for this so we are going out of the country and I don’t think it is Canada.
• No-beach (maybe): We have already done the sun and beach trip to Cancun… something tells me we aren’t repeating that type of trip.
• Europe: Someone slipped and hinted that we were traveling to this continent… SO I AM PRETTY SURE WE ARE FLYING IN THIS DIRECTION. I REALLY want to go to Europe and we discussed this location a bit before he decided to plan the entire thing. My vote would be France because what better place to go on your honeymoon? Plus, the art. I would…. drool over being able to see Paris.  Or Italy…. Tuscany or Venus? Actually, anywhere on that continent would be fantastically wonderful. Greece. Ireland. Spain England. ANYWHERE.
• I don’t know what to pack: This is a dilemma. If you think planning a wedding is hard, trying doing that and then packing for a honeymoon where you don’t know the location. YEAH, HELLO SUITCASE ANXIETY

However, he did recently gift me this beautiful Brooks Brothers dress (find it here) and said it was specifically for the trip:

I should probably buy this purse….. don’t you think?

I can’t wait to wear it! I also think I should pack this hat, pictured below:

I am the perfect tourist.

KIDDING. I only wear that hat to super formal events that involve exotic cheeses and disturbing levels of various peanut butters. In other words, never.

I am contemplating about bringing an almost completely EMPTY suitcase and then I will just HAVE TO SHOP on the honeymoon for outfits. But if Mr. Speedy planned a honeymoon in like rural Antarctica, well, I am not sure how much shopping I will be able to do. So this might not be the smartest plan.

So, let me ask-

What are your favorite items (clothing, type of shoes, etc.) to take on a trip?

What would you bring on a vacation that is a surprise?

Things I am for sure bringing: camera, books, clean underwear, lingerie, my favorite jeans, and my husband.

(I’m not really packing that last item, I just wanted to use the word husband).

Sincerely,

Slightly-Anxiety-Filled-But-Very-Excited-For-The-Surprise-Honeymoon Lily

P.S. He could have really planned a trip to rural Antarctica and I would be happy as a clam. As long as Mr. Speedy is beside me for the entire trip and I have access to wine and a crackling fireplace,  I am totally fine with going anywhere with him. 

P.S.S. But really, I hope we aren’t going to rural Antarctica. 

Business Trip = Working out & Eating in Bed

After returning from Mackinac Island late Sunday, I re-packed my suitcase, slept for 4 hours, and caught a plane ride to sunny CA for the work week.

My hotel room is quite nice and spacious, with a lovely view of the pool:

I slept part of the night in one, and part of the night in the other. Is that normal?

Pooooool!

I am here on business (that sounds very official…. it is a conference that my company is participating in… but this latter explanation sounds far less mysterious than the first), with another employee who is very tall, nice, and reminds me of a big brother that I do not have.

While exploring, we discovered the hotel had a cornhole game:

RANDOM.

Our booth for the conference is quite serious and big and dramatic:

This took us approximately 23453464545 days to set up.

Anyways, one of my favorite things to check out at hotels is the gym. And I gotta say, this is the best hotel gym I have ever seen! Mainly because of the following:

• Plenty of treadmills: Ok, so I have not really seen another soul working out when I work out, but I HATE having to wait for a treadmill. This place is fully stocked (and like a ghosttown) so there is no waiting.
• Headphones Provided: Forgot your headphones? No problem, just borrow a pair of the ‘clean’ ones and discard after.
• Weights: They have a full set of free weights, along with plenty of machines. Thankfully, no one was around to watch me try to swing a 30 lb. dumbell repeatedly over my head…
• View: Windows look out to the pool. Fantastic.
• Air Vents: I quickly discovered, that if you are of my height and run on the second treadmill from the left in the first row, your head will be directly in line with the air conditioning that is pumping into this room like blood into a heart. It is like having my own cool personal fan directly on my noggin. I love it. And I’ll probably fight anyone for this treadmill.

Treadmill heaven.

My body is so used to just running, so it has been nice to incorporate some machines to work my other muscles. I ran 10 the first day. Ran 7 the second, with weights and elliptical. I figure if I keep my running between 7-10 each day with weights that will do my body goooood. Just like milk.

I’m soooo… bright.

Please, disregard my face in the above photo. I was starving and sweaty and really smelly.

Mr. Speedy and I have been FaceTiming with our phones and generally I end up pouting towards the end of every chat because I feel so lopsided and backwards without having him to see, touch, breath, and talk with. BUT, distance makes the heart grow fonder. This is the longest we have ever been apart in our past 16 months of togetherness.

I sent him this and he responded “You look like a very pretty sad little peanut. Please come home.”

I have also discovered that having your own hotel room makes you mischievous.

For example, I bought a can full of dried fruit and nuts…. and have been eating in bed, wrapped underneath the covers, still in my work dress.
I like to think this is like room service.
But really, it is just me snacking in bed because I can.
Totally something I would not do at the Love Nest muhahhaha.
I’m a wild one.

I ate one half one night, and the other the next. Running makes a girl hungry.

Yep, reeeeeeeeally really wild:

I really have no idea what happened here, but I think it kind of captures my wildness of staying in a hotel.

Why is my arm so tiny? Remind me to pump some more iron STAT. Enough with the selfies.

Life is good, running is great, cans full of food are fantastic, and Mr. Speedy reunion Friday can’t come soon enough.

Anyone else do things they normally wouldn’t when they travel? How about working out in the hotel? Sleeping in both beds in the same night?

Sincerely,

Nutty Lily

A 10 Mile PR & a Sugary Sandy Beach

Saturday morning, Mr. Speedy and I got up at approximately at 4:58 am to run a 10 mile race.

Heads are cut off…

Better!

The CRIM race is pretty famous in MI and known to be extremely hilly. Mile 6 is SUPER fun, let me tell ya.

Now my PR for this distance was precisely 1 hour 11 minutes and 2 seconds. I ran that last summer when I was mainly running solo, had just started necking with Mr. Speedy and never really incorporated speed workouts, long runs, or tempo runs.

“You are going to break 70. I just know it,” Mr. Speedy declared while driving to our race.

I squirmed. “Uh…. I don’t know. How about 71 minutes? Or like, 2 seconds under my PR?”

“Nope,” he said, reaching over and putting a hand on my shoulder. “70. You got it.”

I love his confidence in me because frankly, it is good to know that someone believes in your ability and can see potential that you always can’t see.

Anyways, we made it to the race.
Mr. Speedy and I parted- he was in corral A (BECAUSE HE IS UBER FAST) and I was in B.
I started running. I felt loose and good and rested.

Within the first mile, a fellow female runner came beside me and we buddied up, planning to keep it around 7 minutes/mile. She is a bit faster than me and was using this 10 mile race as part of her 16 mile run that day (BY THE BEARD OF ZEUS, YOU GO GIRL). She also was wearing a super cute running outfit and I kept thinking how I should probably attempt to look more ‘girly and cute’ for races… and not like a sweaty man.

Anyways, at mile 5, the clock showed me at:

• 34:36 ….. aka 6:55 pace.

Whoa. Maybe I can do 70 minutes?

I made it through the hills… which were not very difficult. Our Love Nest is right outside a very hilly park for running, so training on those I think have made me run up and down hills like a champ.

My main thoughts after 8ish miles were: “I STINK SO BAD” and “IM GONNA DO THIS. AND THEN SLEEP” and “MY FIANCE WANTS ME TO DO 70 AND BY GOLLY LEGS AND LUNGS, LET’S SHOW HIM YOU CAN DO IT.”

When my watch hit 10 miles, this is what it showed:

BOOOOOOOOM.

I really did NOT do a 4:57 pace until probably the last 10 seconds because it was downhill, the finish was oh-so-close and I had a little kick. You think this would be really wonderful but Mr. Speedy is TERRIFIED when I do this at the end of races because he has a fear that I will over-exert my heart, cause a heart attack with the increased paced, and keel over. He always warns me to be careful when I kick…. and I always forget that he warned me about it until after I cross the finish line.

Official time, because I did not run tangent and ran a bit extra was 1:09:59. Precisely, 1 whopping second under Mr. Speedy’s 70 minute prediction. Or you could say I ran it in 69 minutes….. hardy-har-har. Dirty.

ANYWAYS, IM FREAKING HAPPY….. UNDER 70 MINUTES GETS TO BE IN CORRAL A. Next year, I plan to stand next to Mr. Speedy (AS A MARRIED COUPLE) and like, give him a good luck spank or try to convince him to pace me.

He ran under an hour. Let’s not even talk about it. He is a running beast. NO BIG DEAL.

Fast forward to post-race:

We were invited to go to a friend’s cabin for the weekend in the ‘thumb’ of Michigan, on the sandy shores of Lake Huron.

I’ll just let you look at these pictures and soak in the awesomeness of this glorious place:

We got into our bathing suits right away and hit the beach.

If someone could please tell me WHAT IS ON TOP OF MY HEAD AND WHY I THOUGHT THAT LOOKED GOOD, that would be great-

Please excuse my paleness. Also, we like to match because we are dorky lovers.

Mr. Speedy took a few pictures of me prancing around:

I’m SO tan. Not.

Hello there!

“SERIOUSLY STOP. Let me take a picture of you!”

This next photo, it just stops my heart- this man, that face, that hair –

Drool….. I shall marry you and call you mine.

I can feel my internal body temperature rise just looking at that face. Hello. I shall maul you. Would you like to roll around in the sand? Yikes.

There was only one other girl at the cabin (the rest were all smelly boys ewwww cooties – I’m kidding, they are very nice). She and her boyfriend have a dog. When I asked to take someone’s picture, all the men retreated and she was the only volunteer. Why do people avoid the camera?? Or maybe they were avoiding my post-race sweaty stench…. I had no showered.

Whatever. She is reaaaally pretty so I felt like shooting a model:

She is much tanner than I.

And the doggy joined in:

This is very cute. Frame worthy.

And then, I had every single intention of reading my book and drinking a few drinks while getting super tan.

I got out my book.
I reclined out on a chair.
I took a few sips.
And then this happened-

OUT. Asleep. Party-pooper = ME.

I appear to be naked. I am not.

But when I am sleepy, I just check-out from whatever is happening and fall asleep.

Mr. Speedy is one lucky guy, to have such a party animal and thrilling companion as myself. I sure am loads of fun!

Sincerely,

I’m-in-corral-A-not-but-still-demand-loads-of-sleep Lily

Anyone had a great experience with a hilly race? Or sleeping while others are around? Or finding sand in really unusual places?

♥

Winner Announced! Giveaway: Craft-A-Day

Fist of all, thank you for particpiating in the giveaway.
I LOVED all the trips that were suggested and plan to make them all… eventually.

This is where Mr. Speedy and I will be traveling:

I would like to go to Pairs first please.

All very good ideas.

And now for the winner…. ::drumroll::

YAY! CONGRATS!

OMGEE- Congrats! I will contact you and get you the book.

Stay tuned for another giveaway… I’m thinking running goo and gel next time. Or a pair of socks. Or a pack of gum. Or maybe all three???

Speaking of running, I am running a half-marathon tomorrow morning. More specifically, the half where a year ago, Mr. Speedy and I were introduced.

One year with this man = best year ever

After the race, Mr. Speedy has planned a “secret, surprise” trip somewhere for us until Sunday night. I have no idea where we are going or what we are doing but he told me to pack some nice outfits, my bikini, and camera. I am nervous, anxious, excited, emotional, romantic, passionate, sweaty, and spastastic all at once. It will be a grand time, I am sure of it.

Something tells me I should also bring wine…. xoxo

Sincerely,
Lily

PS If you are racing this weekend- good luck! If you are not racing this weekend- still, good luck!