So I went cross-country skiing four times this week.
I did manage to run a few times as well, although I am not a fan of trying to do hard runs on the icy sidewalks. So I am only doing my long runs outside and I do my shorter runs inside on the treadmill where I can feel the pain.
I did about 4 miles today for my long run (you know, after a tough week peaking at 5 miles last week, I needed a rest week). But then right after I went skiing with my friend Jaymi for an hour:
I also went to spinning class twice last week with Kori. Lesson learned: I'm really lazy when it comes to spinning at 5:30 in the morning - I don't turn the tension up as much as when I do it at night...
In other news, I think I accidentally went on two dates this week.
I mean, I'm friends with boys like it's my job. (PLEASE tell me about the girl that you like that doesn't like you back AGAIN). So I don't actually think much about it when boys I know ask me if I want to grab a beer or coffee or something.
On Tuesday, I met someone for (what I thought was friendly) drinks and at 11pm he was trying to get me to go back to his place.
To meet his ferrets.
Saturday was much less weird so I won't get into it, but gees I'm excited to get out of this town!
Of course Seattle doesn't have Libertarian cowboys or boys with cute accents.
But at least a real city has shear numbers going for it.
And I believe a disproportionate amount of crunchy granola boys.
Who'll probably go cross-country skiing with me.
And we come full circle.