I can finally say it: I’ve now run in an official, timed, 5k race. And because it was the Army Run, rather than hand out participation medals, they went with dogtags. Awesome.
I was slow and stiff-legged the next day, but am stupidly proud of myself for running the entire 5 km without stopping to walk, although I admit that I was getting ready to, until I saw the 4 km marker. Apparently my stubbornness hasn’t abated with age. Good to know.
It was actually a really fantastic experience and I sorely regret not bringing my camera. I headed out to the race at 6:30 of the morning, and got to head east into a beautiful, streaky sunrise-sky which just got clearer and bluer as the morning went on.
(I concede that despite the view it would have been unadviseable to take a picture while driving, so perhaps it’s a good thing I left my camera at home.)
With me on the gorgeous Sunday morning was Bok, who also did the 5K (albeit much faster than me). We met up for breakfast afterwards, which caused us to be late heading out to the Vankleek Hill Food Festival which was fun (and waspy; eww) in spite of the lack of lemonade stands.
After that, it’s been something of a hectic week of rushing home from work, running around in a tizzy whipping up dinner, then usually making something else as well between volleyball (me), hockey (The Boy), fantasy draft night (both), etc. So, what all did I end up making?
- Onion rings, which would have been better if I’d crushed the chips more finely; something to keep in mind next time I guess. They were extremely tasty, but much like those addictive mini-donuts, these are definitely foodstuffs which are best eaten immediately.
- Chocolate Stout cake, which was inspired (if you remember from the last entry) by the piteous look on The Boy’s face when not a single slice of the cake I made for work was left for him. Also, one must keep the hockey pool attendees happy.
In the interest of full disclosure, I feel the need to confess that despite the Shamrock in the whipped cream “head” on the cake, I did not, in fact, use Guinness. (There just wasn’t any in the Magical Beer Fridge.) I used a “dark, spicy” microbrewery recommendation of The Boy’s whose name escapes me at the moment. (If I rummage around and find it, I’ll update.) It was, nevertheless, darkly delicious.
- Cakeballs! These were, of course, for the Cross-Canada Edition of Maria’s stagette and while they were not, perhaps, a novelty-shape cake (what, I didn’t post pictures of that? Well you can imagine, I’m sure) I still figured they would be appropriate. They were sufficiently tasty that despite giving it serious thought, I didn’t lick the bowl of chocolate I’d used for dipping after I finished with them.
And of course, a purse for the wedding on Saturday — that would be tomorrow, folks. Dan and Maria are getting hitched one day from now! (I’m not even making it up, see?) I am super-excited about the wedding, and, inspired by own amazing matron of honour who seriously put the Girl Guides to shame with the contents of her purse, I decided a couple months ago that I would make myself a cute, serviceable bag in which to cram any necessities Maria might require, down to a sewing kit (which contains no less than 9 safety pins of various sizes):
The only thing I’m missing there is a Tide-to-Go pen, which sadly I do not own. I’ll pick one up and the Trousse will be good to go. Well, that and maybe some water, but there’s only so much room in an evening purse, you know?
As to actually sewing the thing, I was happy to finally (finally!) have something really fitting to make out of the fabric I’ve been sitting on (not literally) for years now. Cashew expressed her approval of my choices also. You can see her here, being very helpful to the creative process.
In retrospect, if I’d made the bag a little bigger, I would have been able to cram a pashmina for myself in it also, but then it would have made retrieval of other items more difficult and frankly, I really like this bag’s small-cute-ness at the moment.
We’ll see how I feel about it tomorrow after several hours of picture-taking…
In the meantime, we have some last-minute running around to do, before the rehearsal dinner, where we’ll see Dan and Maria on their last night as two fleshes before tomorrow’s grand adventure!