Happy 4th of July!
Day 2 in Montana today. Yesterday was a good day overall; low key and full of firecracker pranks (I'm coming after you today, Ryan!). We hung out at my in laws' house most of the day, except for a 100 mile drive to get a burger and fries. Not kidding....we drove to Utica, MT to eat a late lunch and it took us at least 45 minutes to get to this rinky dink town. I hope the 3/4 lb burgers were better than my BLT was because that was a LONG @ss drive for some bar food. But we were all able to sit outside together and the boys tossed around a football while we waited for our food, so it was worth the drive in the end.
The main event of my day, however, was a 3 mile run. Not all that extraordinary, really, except that I almost DIED on this run. And not from a rattlesnake bite or anything like that. One week ago I could have run 5 miles without feeling like I was going to keel over, but somehow over the past 7 days I went from feeling like I was in pretty good shape to feeling like a total slug. Now there were some hills on this run, so I'm blaming my wheezing partly on that, but that couldn't have been the whole reason for my horrible run. Except for the McDonald's at the beginning of the trip, I have been eating reasonably healthy for being on a camping trip (I know processed meats and store-bought bread aren't really healthy, but they're 99% fat free at least). So I think I have to face the music when it comes to a little lie I've been telling myself for the past 12 years: Wine has calories! I so wish that wasn't true, but until they start making Diet Sauvignon Blanc I think I am going to have to start factoring that into my daily caloric intake if I want to get back to my pre-camping running shape. Boo.
Day 2 in Montana today. Yesterday was a good day overall; low key and full of firecracker pranks (I'm coming after you today, Ryan!). We hung out at my in laws' house most of the day, except for a 100 mile drive to get a burger and fries. Not kidding....we drove to Utica, MT to eat a late lunch and it took us at least 45 minutes to get to this rinky dink town. I hope the 3/4 lb burgers were better than my BLT was because that was a LONG @ss drive for some bar food. But we were all able to sit outside together and the boys tossed around a football while we waited for our food, so it was worth the drive in the end.
The main event of my day, however, was a 3 mile run. Not all that extraordinary, really, except that I almost DIED on this run. And not from a rattlesnake bite or anything like that. One week ago I could have run 5 miles without feeling like I was going to keel over, but somehow over the past 7 days I went from feeling like I was in pretty good shape to feeling like a total slug. Now there were some hills on this run, so I'm blaming my wheezing partly on that, but that couldn't have been the whole reason for my horrible run. Except for the McDonald's at the beginning of the trip, I have been eating reasonably healthy for being on a camping trip (I know processed meats and store-bought bread aren't really healthy, but they're 99% fat free at least). So I think I have to face the music when it comes to a little lie I've been telling myself for the past 12 years: Wine has calories! I so wish that wasn't true, but until they start making Diet Sauvignon Blanc I think I am going to have to start factoring that into my daily caloric intake if I want to get back to my pre-camping running shape. Boo.
(View from my run yesterday morning)
As much as I felt out of shape yesterday, there is one member of my family that is in far worse shape to run (or even walk) 3 miles. No, I am not dissing my husband. Would you take your 99 year old grandpa on a 3 mile walk in the mountains? In 85 degree heat? Yeah, I didn't think so. However, my husband thought it would be a brilliant idea to take our 12 year old Weimaraner who has joint issues, even steel plates in his legs, on a walk while I was running. When I caught up with them, I really didn't think he was going to make it back. But miraculously, he did. Then this happened.
Yeah, that's right. He drank about a gallon of water when he got back and then puked it all up (along with his breakfast) all over the RV. Just when I thought our camper couldn't get any grosser. Needless to say I was not the one who cleaned that crap up.
Yesterday was also the first time I let Olivia play with fireworks (those popper things, before you judge...my nephew popped one in his hand first to show me how harmless they are). Here she is having a good time with her big cousins:
That's about it for yesterday. More shenanigans to come today, I'm sure.
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