Friday:
Driving up to MPLS, averaged about 78 mph. Pretty awesome, just straight through with a HINT of traffic. Met up with bff c and we did some errands, found a UPS (this girl is directionally challenged) and then picked up her bf from work. Met up with his bff and then picked up race packets. Spent way too much on a deli sandwich and then went to bed, ready for our race the next day.
Saturday:
Woke up to ~50 degrees and blowing wind. Put on our packets, bff and bf fight for a few minutes and then we leave to pick up bf's bff. Get to traffic, STOP. Waitwaitwaitwait for 20 minutes. Park at lot about 15 minutes before our race is supposed to start and wait another 30 minutes in line for a bus to commute us to the race, thank JEEBUS the race was chipped. Raced and pushed friend through race as she growled at me. But she was happy with her time, so that's all that mattered. Finally got to eat my first meal of the day at noon. Food is important to me, yo.
IKEA=clusterfluck. That is my huge conclusion of Saturday. PERIOD. I don't think I could stand that place unless it was a snowstorm and there were maybe, MAYBE 20 people in that store.
Sunday: Brunch day. I end up finishing the brunch and was perturbed. Realized that ex-bff and I are truly going to never connect again. Not surprising for me, but I was still annoyed. Then a really strange movie with bff and her bf. Sleep.
Monday: Torture known as TRX. I'm still in pain, drive back. Relax.
Today: Sore, work, sleep.
Where's the coffee??
