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Everything about my trip to Maine was wonderful. 

Thursday: Got a run in before flying into Boston. T & I got picked up by the Father of the Bride who drove us to Maine. Wow, York Beach, ME is gorgeous. Her dad gave us quite the tour. Beers, dinner, hanging out with the Bride and Groom to be before everyone else rolled into town.

Friday: Up hella early for 14 chilly, but beautiful ocean side miles. Saw the groom to be and MOB while out. Then it was time to meet up with the Bridal party for mani/pedis (my feet were thankful). I got OPI’s French Quarter for your thoughts as my nail color (gray) and I’m obsessed. Then it was rehearsal time, followed by the rehearsal dinner, and welcome party. It was great to see so many old friends! 

Saturday: WEDDING DAY! All the bridesmaids spent the night with the Bride to be at her family’s cottage. We had the beauty squad come to the house for hair and makeup (well I did my own makeup). Lots of mimosas, music, and laughs. What a stunning bride – I’m obsessed with her dress. Beautiful wedding from start to finish. The Bridesmaids and Bride got to ride a rented trolley to the ceremony and then the whole Bridal party took the trolley to various places for pictures. Shame on me for not really taking any, can’t wait to see the professional ones! The reception was a HUGE dance party, even T and I danced because almost every single person was out there, so we got some liquid courage and joined in!

Sunday: Bagels by the beach to wish the Bride and Groom well before their 2 week honeymoon in Greece. I can’t believe one of my best friends is married, I remember almost 5 years ago when she told me she thought he was “the one.” T and I got a ride down to Boston for 24 hours of fun. We checked out historic sites, lots of strolling by the water, went to the Boston Marathon finish line, Fenway Park, Boston Commons. Ate yummy Italian in the North End, I of course got chicken, broccoli, ziti.  

Monday: We actually slept in, we needed it. I did have to forfeit my planned MA miles, but we had walked over 11 miles on Sunday. Went to Quincy Market/Faneuil Hall, visited more historic stuff like the Boston Tea Party ships and Museum (T really wanted to do it). We got a late lunch at the Parish Cafe (one of my favorites) and then it was off to the airport. 

me: i need to run
me: but i don’t want to run
me: i’ll feel great if i run
me: but i’m really comfortable right now
me: i should run
me: i could run extra far tomorrow
me: but running
me: rest days are important treat yoself
me: …
me: …
me: i need to run
Relevant, especially being less than a month out from my marathon. This is my last big training week…

WIW: Scale Fail

I was excited to get on the scale this morning. 

I got on and saw 194.0 – yay! 

I went to go write it on my calendar and then came back to weigh myself again to double check. I saw a bunch of numbers flash and the the screen said “Lo.” I tried again and the same thing happened. Le sigh. 

The plan to to buy a new battery (it had been like 3.5 years) and hopefully get a pre-wedding weekend weigh in recorded tomorrow! 

I put faaaaar too many tack holes in my wall doing (and redoing, and redoing) this, but the result was worth it. 

I strung the bibs together at the top with safety pins and tried to be semi intentional with some of the bib placement. 

 That’s 38 bibs for those of you counting at home.

Food Floorplan

I’ve been at my new place for 3 weeks and I’ve noticed that I haven’t been snacking hardly at all while home. 

Granted I haven’t been home as much in these past 3 weeks and I’m in the throws of marathon training, BUT I had the thought last night that perhaps I’m not in the kitchen as much because now it is a floor away, as opposed to within eyeshot. 

At my old place my kitchen was right outside my bedroom and also easily accessible from the living room (where I spent most of my non-sleeping home hours). 

At my new place my master bedroom (which also has a couch/tv so it’s my downtown space too ) is on the 2nd floor. The kitchen is in the back of the townhouse on the ground floor so I’d have to “go out of my way” to go in there. Since I’m in a large townhouse with others I haven’t been spending much time in the “common areas.” The kitchen is now a place I go to cook or wash dishes. It’s a very different dynamic. 

So yeah, I had this a-ha moment last night when I made my dinner brought it up stairs and when I finished I was still a little hungry, but I didn’t want to go downstairs to “fully fill” my stomach when I knew I ate plenty. Next thing I knew it was going to bed and hadn’t thought about getting more food to eat since it flashed through my mind two hours before. 

I’ll be curious to see how my relationship with the kitchen goes at my new place..