Miles and Mash

Saturday was my day off from working, which, of course, made me want to work out. Stupid body.

Instead, I threw myself into housework. The main bathroom got a top to bottom cleaning. The top of the medicine cabinet was disgusting. I'm not entirely sure anyone had cleaned it since it had been installed, long before we moved in.

I took care of the dishes, did a bunch of laundry, scrubbed some stains out of the living room carpet, and fixed a pair of pants that had been in my "to sew" pile for over a year. I also mapped out crockpot plans for every night of this week. It was a super productive day, and I never had to change out of my pajamas. My life is thrilling, I know.

Sunday I went grocery shopping, threw some crap in the crockpot, and hopped on my bike trainer.



20 miles, middle 10 HARD.

UG.

I know this is good practice. The bike part of my tri is 10 miles. And, if it were easy, it wouldn't be training, it would be dicking around. My coach told me "The hard biking never gets easier; you just go faster." It's simple, but I like it. And it makes sense. The speed I'm going may feel easier, but that just means I need to go faster.

My husband and brother were watching some football games on the tv, so I holed up in the guest room with my laptop and watched an episode and a half of The Dresden Files on Hulu. The series is not nearly as good as the books, so I'm not surprised it was canceled quickly. It didn't help that I had to turn on closed captioning. My bike training is super loud, and my laptop is not.

The front of my shirt appeared to be 100% damp.



The back at least had a few patches of dry fabric.



I love the stripe on the side of the shorts. I assume it would make me more visible if I ever nutted up and biked on the street again. Too many damn stop signs and street lights for me right now. Plus, I'm lazy.



Before I hopped in the shower I decided it was time to trim my hair. By myself. Clearly I am a genius. But, it didn't turn out terrible. At least I got rid of the raggedy ends. I'm set for another 14 months, or however long it's been since my last trim. Clearly I put a lot of thought, time, and effort into my appearance. But, if I put effort into my hair, what next? People might expect me to *gasp* wear make up or something? And then I'd actually to have to get out of bed more than five minutes before I left the house. Fuck that. I don't need to look pretty.



Once I was clean I decided to make cauliflower, carrot, and parsnip puree.



A small plate to taste everything (mostly because I had filled up on hummus and crackers and didn't have room for a huge, heaping plate. That came later). That's the puree plus a white bean, sausage, and kale thing. Not a stew. Not a soup. Just a crock pot thing.

And then my husband I tortured the dog.






Overall, a pretty swell weekend.