Maine never fails to amaze me in how much it can relax, soothe, and rejuvinate the soul. This weekend’s ‘lakation’ as @amber4miles dubbed it on Twitter (great moniker!) came through in spades, as usual.
So, what did I do on my mini-lakation?
…I sunned. As much as I possibly could dockside and floating in the lake on the best ‘floaties’ ever.
…(however), I lost my sunglasses. Sad face. They flipped off the back of my head and down they went, too fast for me to grab. Marc Jacobs no less…but fear not, they were a bargain a la Nordstrom Rack, so I can just get another pair, right? 😉
…I ran 9 miles! My longest yet. I’m not gonna lie, it was wicked hahd, and I pushed and pushed but there were times I had to walk. And that’s okay. This felt like a very difficult run from mile one. (in hindsight, if the first mile sucks already, perhaps not the greatest idea to keep going on the 9 mile planned run, but with M’s support and pushing, we got it done together.
…We napped like zombies. See aforementioned 9 mile run. We were spent after that. Completely. It was actually good it ended up being cloudy, as we napped on the couch on and off, we read, relaxed and stretched our aching legs. Best place to recover post-run though, I must say.
…Drank lots of wine…and still fit it into my food log to boot (without starving myself!). Score for me?
…niece time at the lake! Isabel was adorable and she rocked the new one-shouldered jumper I got her from Old Navy. SO frickin cute.
…Got my ass kicked at monopoly (and um, finally realized why it’s called monopoly. Yes, I’m slow, folks. Srsly.)
…Played a mean game of dominoes with my grandparents, indoctrinating M into the tradition. And he kicked ass! My grandparents were questioning whether he really never played before and call rematch. Game on, grandparents, game on 😉
…Drank a delicious Bloody Mary with Jess while Scott and M made it their mission to drink many, many beers. On the dock.
…became engrossed in ‘Mercy’ by Jodi Piccoult and vow never ever ever to be in a relationship or marriage that is 70/30 or even 60/40. It takes two to make it work, not one (if you read the book, you’ll understand what I’m talking about, a sidestory about a marriage that is definitely one-sided).
…enjoyed some loving, quiet, beautiful moments with M, as he became as relaxed as I’ve ever seen him, and seeing him settle into a place I love so much made my heart happy.
…didn’t wear a lick of makeup or do my hair at all. Um hello, lake hair is sexy, right? (as M said, when he called me beautiful and I scoffed – since I clearly cannot take compliments well – and said ‘the true test of a woman’s beauty is when they are most natural. you are beautiful’ *um, blush* I love this man).
…took some funny pictures...which I’ll actually post here too, because well, we know I’m not really that anonyomous anymore, right? And they are hysterical, some of them.
That’s about it. It was phenomenal. Can’t wait to go back in three days 🙂