Saturday was one of the craziest days I’ve had all year. My boyfriend and I were planning a last-minute Halloween party and only had the day-of to prep. The morning after our party (Sunday), I had to catch a 7am train for a business trip. Waking up super early after a party is not ideal, but we didn’t want to leave our guests stranded without Halloween plans. The party was still on. However, having to work on a Sunday meant I had to do all my normal Sunday things on Saturday + prep for the party.
I desperately wanted to sleep in after a long work week, but I woke up early so I could get down to the laundry room before all the machines were taken (my apartment building only has 3 washers and 2 driers for 60+ units, so if you don’t get down there first, it could take hours to get your laundry in). I threw the laundry in, ate breakfast, transferred the laundry to the drier, and started cleaning the apartment. Luckily, I have an amazing boyfriend who helps me clean :).
After all the cleaning and sprucing up the place, I got my running gear on and headed out for the longest run of my life: 14 miles!! The longest I had ever run before was a half marathon. It felt a bit strange to run so far and not get a medal at the end, but I’m pretty proud of myself for getting it done without stopping. I did get a REALLY bad stitch at the 12 mile mark, but I was determined to finish the last two miles. It was pretty painful and didn’t stop until I stopped running 2 miles later. Have any of you experienced a bad stitch while running? What is the cause? Stitch aside, I was pretty excited when I finished that run!
Afterwards, I stretched, foam rolled, refueled a bit, and took a shower. I was hoping to get in an hour-long nap so I could be rested in time to play hostess, but at that point it was 5pm. I didn’t have my costume or any party snacks made, so instead of napping, I kept going.
I made my costume, and was getting dressed when the first guest arrived (he was an hour early – ah!!). My boyfriend played host while I ran into the kitchen to whip up some snacks. Before I knew it, the rest of the guests had arrived and the party was in full gear.
I was pretty exhausted the whole time, but it was a blast. The last of our friends left at around 2am. I washed my face, climbed into bed, and got in three hours of sleep before having to wake up and head out the door to catch the 7am train.
Saturday was definitely a whirl wind. I’m glad I don’t have many days like that, but I’m thankful I have the energy to have days like that every now and again. The party was fun, the food was delicious, and I think it’s fair to say I’ve never accomplished so much in a day!
Have you ever had a crazy day like that? How did you power through?