Saturday morning Taylor and I were up bright and semi-early to head to the Color Me Rad 5k. I did a pretty good job of convincing Taylor that pop-tarts are a very nutritious and common "runner's breakfast." He totally bought it.
We signed up for the Color Me Rad awhile back and ran as a team with a group of friends. We ran the 10am wave, which was way hotter than anyone of us had imagined it would be, but still pretty fun.
Oh and, FYI, temporary tattoos are a pain in the ass to get off. I would know because I spent all day Saturday and Sunday walking around restaurants and stores sporting a "rad" tat. Very cool.
I really did try to get a variety of color on me, but for some reason Taylor and I only managed to get hit with mostly orange and yellow. And not even that much of it. Color fail. Oh well. I think what I enjoyed the most was getting to run a little bit with Taylor. I can count on one hand how many times we've run together, and this was our first official "race" to run together. And I've already started making plans in my head to run marathons together. Poor Taylor.
In summary: hot, fun, and a little overrated. I'd probably be alright if I never ran a color run again, but I see the appeal, and it's definitely a fun thing to do with friends.
After crossing the finish line and downing a refreshingly cold beer, we made our way to a burger place called Shaw's, where I demolished a guacamole bacon burger.
Fun fact about me: if a restaurant has sweet potato fries-I'm going to order them. It's just a given.
After lunch, we headed over to Rahr & Son's Brewery to hang out. I could only stomach one pint because it was about 1000 degrees outside and really I'm just not fancy enough to enjoy a beer that doesn't have the word "lite" in the name. I did enjoy my free glass though.
After all the fun, we headed back home to scrub off the sweat and color. We were pretty exhausted from our day, and we chose to deal with that exhaustion by taking a 3 1/2 hour nap. I woke up all frazzled and grumpy by the fact that we'd just slept away the better part of an entire evening and then Taylor said "Chipotle" and I perked right up. After Chipotle, I had to satisfy a craving that I'd been having the past couple of days:
Are you really overwhelmed and impressed by the beautiful background of this picture AKA Taylor's living room? I thought you would be. Just don't let it distract you from the magnificence that is DOUBLE STUF OREOS! Sometimes I forget how much I love Oreos and that is exactly why I do not keep them in my house. I am not exaggerating when I say that I ate half of this container. I repeat: I am not exaggerating.
I was really worried that because of the excessive length of our nap, I wouldn't be able to sleep that night, but I was wrong. We were passed out by 12:30 (per usual for me, not so usual for Tater Tot). We slept in until about 8:30, and when Taylor asked me what I wanted to do for breakfast my immediate response was "WHATABURGER" because the taquitos were calling my name.
I strongly believe that every meal should be followed by dessert, and that includes breakfast. So I was forced to wash my taquito down with a few Oreos, just to even things out.
In all the craziness of the weekend, I realized this afternoon that I'd majorly procrastinated my half marathon training weekend run. Um, oops. So I peeled myself off the couch and headed to the gym around 6:30 for my 8 mile run (AKA 72 minute Glee watching marathon).
(Oh and an empty gym makes for a really happy Natalie.)
Just let me know when you guys start getting tired of the gym selfies, k?
I have to be honest, after all the crap I ate this weekend (oh and I forgot to tell you about the onion rings dunked in ranch that I had during Sonic's happy hour today) I was pretty much expecting my run to be reminiscent of the enchilada run/debacle from a few weeks back - but it totally wasn't. In fact, this may have actually been the most undeserved, perfect run of all time. Obviously this means that I need to precede each run with an order of onion rings, right?
Oh and in case you were wondering - today is exactly TWO WEEKS until my birthday!! Now I'm off to celebrate with more Glee. Come on y'all, it's not going to watch itself.