Weekend Update: Mardi Gras and Freezing Cold

Happy Monday, friends. Winter returned to the Northeast with a vengeance this weekend. Temps were in the negatives all weekend, and now we’re supposed to get a foot or more of snow this week. Eep! Let’s take a look at what I got up to this weekend.

Friday
CrossFit–>rehearsal–>home as usual. Everybody was in bed by the time I got home so I just went straight to bed.

Saturday
I got up around 8 to cram a few things in before heading into town for Mardi Gras. Yes, we celebrate Mardi Gras in Vermont. Yes, we do it on a Saturday. In March. We’re special. I know.

I cleaned the bathroom and neatened up some stuff in our room, then got dressed and headed into town to meet my friend Brita for a drink before the parade. Then, we did some pre-game drinking at my friends’ salon right down the street. I may have had one more drink than completely necessary, and ended up on the front page of the Burlington Free Press website singing my face off while everyone else is posing nicely for the camera. I blame the Hamilton soundtrack…

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After the parade, we went to the Hilton Garden Inn, where I did NOT have anything to drink, and hung out chatting and sobering up for a while. I was meeting Ben and some of our other friends for dinner and to see Logan so I left a little before 5. I absolutely housed half of a buffalo chicken pizza, chugged some water, and felt a lot better. Logan was pretty good. I honestly didn’t really know what it was about other than Wolverine, but I liked it a lot. Much grittier than other X-Men movies.

By the time the movie was over, I was exhausted. Ben and I went home, watched one episode of The Crown, and I passed out.

Sunday
Sunday was another early morning for me, because I wanted to hit up the Athleta friends and family sale before rehearsal. I got a new pair of capris, with POCKETS, and a pair of shorts for summer. About half my wardrobe at this point is from Athleta, and I’m not mad about it.

Rehearsal was a long one. We’re at the point now where we’re putting larger chunks of the show together, which is always difficult and time-consuming. I was tired and cranky, but we got through it and I was home a little after five. I didn’t do any meal prep yesterday, which is likely to bite me in the ass later this week, but I think I can get it done tomorrow night. Fingers crossed.

And now it’s Monday. My first full week at work since coming back from vacation. And we’re in for a huge snowstorm tomorrow. Ugh. Bring on all the coffee.

Are you in for snow in your neck of the woods this week?

 

A Love Letter to the City of Burlington, VT

First things first, THANK YOU SO MUCH to every one of you who has commented either here, on Facebook, on Instagram, or Twitter. Even though I may not have replied to everyone, please know that I read and appreciate every single kind word. You guys are wonderful. Now, on to business.

I know that my recap of the Vermont City Marathon yesterday was a huge downer. I’m still feeling really, really shitty. I’ll get over it eventually, but I just need to feel what I’m feeling and acknowledge it before I can move on.

HOWEVER-I don’t want people to think that I hated the race, or that I don’t appreciate the amazing way this city stepped up to support runners on an oppressively, dangerously hot day. In fact, this post is an attempt to recognize all of the positive things that happened on Sunday, in spite of my disappointment and frustration.┬áI need to pay homage to the┬áincredible residents of my city.

When it became apparent that Sunday’s temperatures were going to be extreme, RunVermont put out a call to folks living on the race course, asking them to help runners by leaving sprinklers running, or putting out hoses for runners to go through. And I’m here to tell you that Burlington answered that call. And then some.

There was not a single neighborhood that didn’t have some kind of unofficial support going. Children were standing on the side of the road holding out bags of ice. Men and women stood on their front lawns all day and hosed runners down, calling out, “Free showers! Cold showers! You earned it!” There were college-aged bros standing with 30 gallon athletic coolers of water on their shoulders so runners could have a drink or refill their bottles. There were women on Pine Street dressed in crazy tutus and wigs with spray bottles to help cool runners down. There were live bands playing, cowbells clanging, signs waving, and high fives for days.

Every time I took an orange slice or a handful of ice from a spectator, I smiled and said something along the lines of, “Thank you, you’re amazing.” And every.single.person said, “No, YOU’RE amazing! Keep going!” These people gave up their Sunday and stood out in the blistering heat to do something completely selfless and kind, and I can’t thank them enough.

I NEVER would have made it as far as I did on Sunday without the exceptional people of the city of Burlington. I had always heard that spectator support for Vermont City Marathon was off the charts, and I know now with every fiber of my being that it’s so true. This city loves its marathon and loves its runners, and I am SO FIERCELY PROUD to live here.

So Burlington–thank you. Thank you so much for being incredible, and making what could have been an entirely miserable day at least somewhat positive. And you can bet that from now on, if I’m not taking part in marathon weekend as a runner, I will be out there spectating, with water, ice, and a kind word, because I know first-hand how much it means.

Have you ever been completely blown away by spectator support at a race?