Nick is in Charlotte this weekend hanging out with the guys, watching basketball, drinking microbrews. It’s his final weekend before rejoining the working world, and so it seemed only fit that he get away before he’s held in place by things like job responsibilities.
Of course I miss him (and I thoroughly enjoyed finding the love notes he left throughout the apartment — inside the refrigerator and the vanity and under the bed pillow), but I don’t mind the quiet.
Last night I completed my first manageable run since I got back on the treadmill. Afterwards I took a hot shower complete with Dove calming night body wash. I slipped into my sweats and ate dinner in front of the TV. I also worked on a top secret Valentine’s Day gift.
Tonight I plan to do more of the same, minus the run, plus a glass of wine. Tomorrow morning I’ll venture into the cold sporting my new Under Armour running tights and Nike Fit gloves for my first attempt at five miles since last summer. (154 days and counting until the Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon in Seattle.) My reward for the long run is a night out in Baltimore with my best lady, a belated birthday celebration, and chocolate mint brownies.
What do you do when you have a weekend alone?