My weekend was much less productive than I wanted. Friday was great. I spent the night at the gym. Did a run and then an exhausted swim. Actually, the swim kind of sucked. I knew I was spent when Jason whizzed past me. Normally, I'm faster (I think the extra body fat helps b/c I'm more buoyant). He asked, "How are you going to swim a mile in an Olympic distance triathlon?" as I stood panting against the wall. I looked at him and gave him a tired smile: "I'll swim it first, before I run." Hah. Touche.
After volunteering for the bunnies on Saturday, I was exhausted. I ate like crap the rest of the day and kept calming down the foster buns. Oscar and the new foster, Cassidy (who's a sweetie to people but not other buns), fought like mad between the bars of their cages. I held each one separately and petted them and talked to them and calmed them down. Oscar finally has calmed down though he's worried about his status and is kind of mad at me. Cassidy has decided she loves me (not a hard one to win over) and runs love-circles around my feet with her tail up every time I come near. She also lets me hold her and pet her. She loves it, the queen that she is.
Anyway, I didn't do anything I had planned on doing. I still need to go clothes and grocery shopping, pick up my bike from the shop, and go on my long run. Panic! 1/2 marathon in 2 weeks. Not time to be skipping the long runs. Luckily, it's staying light longer and the weather is going to be gorgeous on Tuesday so Jason will meet me early in the park for our long, 2 hour, 12 mile run. Ugh. No wonder I skipped it (I took a nap instead).
However, I salvaged some of Sunday. Jason and I gardened like mad. The yard looks great, and I bore a new asshole in mu thumb. Should have been my toes from the long run. Damn. The yard just needs a little fresh dirt and fertilizer. I also cleaned out the closets and bookcases and went through all my clothes. I have about 6 garbage bags for Goodwill. It didn't take long either b/c I "spring" clean like every 4 months. Hey, I try to make the OCD work for me. That's the secret. Hope you all have been more productive than I. Yikes, my anxiety is kicking in big time.