Hoooooooly Crap, we've been going today. Go go go go go.
go go go go go.
Well, okay, we were going. Now we're watching basketball, drinking beer, and making dinner. But before 3:30, we didn't sit down for anything more than breakfast. What did we do? What didn't we do, I think you mean.
We set an alarm for 5am to get up and beat the laundry rush over at the wildly popular Village Laundry. Ah, but when is 5am not 5am? When the power goes out and you incorrectly set your alarm by a full 12 hours, that's when. In other words, the alarm didn't really go off at 5am and we didn't get up until 7. No problem, we'll just try out Retro Wash. It's slightly closer anyway nd it's never full. The only downside is the lack of free dryers, but who cares? The stress of the Village Laundry during peak hours is too much to take. So we lug our laundry the three blocks to the laundry place (our car is out at the train station in the suburbs) and...we're the only ones there! Whee!
Of course, what we didn't realize is that Retro Wash is some sort of front for the Ukrainian Mafia1. It has to be. No one is ever in there, no one works there, and none of the machines work. It's highly sketch. What's more, the same guy (wearing a track suit, mind you), walked back and forth outside past the front windows...oh, I don't know, 20 times. He came in, got quarters from the change machine, left, and continued to casually walk past the front windows. It was...weird.
Then, since the dryers didn't work so well, someone had to get more money for more quarters. Since Leah didn't want to be left alone in the highly creepy Retro Wash, she went to the cash machine. Upon leaving, a car apparently started following her and honked at her multiple times, eventually following her into the gas station where the ATM was located. Freaky? Um, yeah. She made it back okay and we finished the laundry, but that's the last time we use that place. I know a friend of ours likes it, but it's not our style. We like our laundry equipment to work.
So, it's 10:00 and we're back home. Breakfast? Pancakes. Hell's yeah. Thank you Mrs. Buttersworth.
And breaktime's over. Having allowed our apartment to turn into a festering swamp upon returning from vacation, we decided to clean it up before it was too late. For the next 2 hours we cleaned and cleaned and the house looks great. Do we rule? In a word, yes.
But wait, there's more. Leah needed cross-stitch materials. It's all she's been talking about since Tuesday (well, that and Sunjaya's hair). We also had to take in the rent, so we decided to hope on our bike and bike across town to the rental agency and then over to Jo-Ann's Fabric. That's right, Jo-Ann Fabrics, mecca of crafty crap. It was about 5 miles or so out to the rental agency and it was a really nice ride. I think my bike has gotten better having sat in the house unused for the last 10 months. I guess it needed the rest. Then it was to Jo-Ann Fabrics for the cross-stitch goodness and...
What the hell?
How can they not have any good cross-stitch stuff? Seriously, they have 10 aisles of yarn and one little, tiny corner of cross-stitching stuff. It seems Leah had arrived at the cross-stitching crazy 25 years too late. Pity.
We were saddened but there was still much to do. We biked back home and threw on our running shoes. We were scheduled for 2 miles so two miles we would do.
side note: did you know every tri-athelete is better than me. My legs felt like leg-Jello after getting off that bike and 2 miles might as well have been 10. How do people do it? And swimming in addition to biking and running? That's just stupid. Tri-people are insane.
So we finished the 2 miles in 17:30, a nice time.
And...scene. The morning/afternoon of constant movement ended at 3:30, just in time for a late lunch and a tiny nap.
So it was a busy day, but it was an awesome day. Tomorrow we've got 6 miles scheduled and that will complete our first week of pre-marathon training.
Oh, and incidentally, two days until opening day for the Cubs. Go Cubs!!!!
1 For all those in the Ukrainian Mafia reading this...I kid, of course. And we love your perogis.
3 months ago