1. Partially because I was hungry.
It's Sunday, so obviously Chick-Fil-A sounded delicious.
Nothing like a good Kim Jong-un/North Korea joke, am I right? Super tasteful.
GET MARRIED THEY SAID. IT'LL BE FUN THEY SAID.
3. And partially because my throbbing feet were making it impossible to sleep.
So let's rewind. Because you know sometimes I like to start at the end and work backwards.
Friday was good for the following reasons:
DONUTS, CUPCAKES, & HAPPY HOUR. I didn't take a picture of any of that, but, it was obviously a really healthy day for me.
I had a night to myself, so I chose to spend it cleaning, being best friends with my kindle, watching Legally Blonde, and going to bed at 9pm. #bestnightever
HAHAHAHA. That's funny. For so, so, many reasons.
Saturday morning I woke up at the butt-crack of dawn. What's sad about this is the fact that this was sleeping in an HOUR later than my usual wake up time. Feel sorry for me please.
Was it worth it? Yes. Because OMG.
We knocked out a friggin' hot 11 miles with solid negative splits and that makes me happy.
It also helps me justify this.
Although, when the words "strawberry shmear" are involved, no reason is really needed.
After that I soaked up the rest of my day by taking a three hour nap.
Haha, no SERIOUSLY, that happened.
The napping was completely necessary because I had to rest up for a CRAZY fun night ahead.
Because these two got hitched!
UGH. They are so pretty it hurts my eyes.
Jordan and Morgan are our soulmates and best couple friends. Taylor lived with Jordan all through college and after up until the day we got married. Morgan is his better half and over the past five years the four of us have gotten into lots of adventures/trouble and we love them to PIECES. Their wedding was BEYOND gorgeous. I tried to keep my shit together and cry like a lady.
(Michael Scott = LADY.)
But it always comes across more like this.
I am biased, but this guy was definitely my favorite groomsman.
He poses so well you'd think he was normal. Then you see this, and you think, HMM. Perhaps not.
I also got to hitch a ride and hang out with THIS lovely lady and long-time roommate.
(Sydney, not a day goes by that I don't consider trading Taylor for you. I miss your clean kitchen.)
Anyways, the wedding was perfect. And their cake was STUNNING.
I wish I'd remembered to have a piece.
However I was too busy appreciating the wine/bustin' a move to do so.
Okay, so back to my stupid idea. Remember how earlier that same day I ran 11 miles? Remember how it was like 400 degrees? Remember how I wore my week old shoes? Remember how I came home with new blisters? And then do you also remember the part where I proceeded to dress up for a wedding and put on 5 inch wedges? Yeah. That was brilliant.
Y'all. When I am at a wedding, something supernatural happens.
A song comes on, an urge overwhelms me, and I HAVE TO DANCE.
I CANT HELP IT.
The result? Four hours of non-stop dancing. With anyone who would have me. Mostly Sydney, and sometimes Taylor. Well, not completely non-stop. I did take breaks to refill my wine glass and hit up the photo booth. With my husband. And his hulk hand.
Anyways, I'm still recovering. It will probably be a week or two before I can walk normally again.
But the wobble and cha-cha slide are ALWAYS worth it.