Officially, this spring break went by way too fast - I only have 2 days left of it! Between getting lost cycling in Dover 3 times, running 35 miles, eating my weight in Ramen noodles, vegging out on Julie's ouch overlooking the Charles, spending far too much money going out with my C.S. team, not doing any work except what's at Citysports...my break wasn't as dull as I originally thought it was going to be. The monotony was broken up with several small, daily events that kept it interesting enough while still giving me my "much needed" relaxation time.
Actually this entire semester has been relaxation time...I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
Monday Lydia and I did a 70 mile bike ride through Dover. We ended up turned around and lost somewhere southwest of Boston but using her awesome sense of direction we were able to get ourselves back on track - unlike when I'm alone. If I had done that ride without Lydia I'm pretty sure I'd still be biking out there, probably in Canada by now. I was so exhausted afterwards I ate an entire box of pasta and got in bed at 5. Big dogs make big plays in big games.
Tuesday was pretty average. I worked until 2 and ran 5.5 miles afterwards. It was absolutely gorgeous out (sunny and 75) so I lingered a bit on my run and dragged it out. It was pretty uneventful until 7 when there was an explosion/fire combo that put all of Backbay out of power, which resulted in Patrick being my Springbreak roommate for 2 nights- it was definitely different having a boy other than Christopher around but my suite was getting too quiet anyway and I was starting to talk to my guitar and my bike. Having someone around to chat with was great- and I got wicked good banana bread out of the deal. He claimed he slept like a rock both nights he was here but I find that hard to believe...he's a 6'3 man sleeping on a 5 foot long couch that's half as wide as a normal couch. Oh, that and the fact that in the middle of the night he said he freaked out when he pulled one of my hairs out of his mouth. The perks of living with girls.
Earlier this week after work the C.S. gang and I all met up at sunset for the always needed, never excessive margarita-nacho combo. I absolutely love hanging out with my work friends - which shows because in less than a week we've all gotten together 3 times outside of work. We also (accidentally) made a facebook group. And a mascot named Bernard. And a token group dance. Kind of cliquey? Yes. Too much time on ours hands? Probably. Do I hate it? Absolutely not. We're the loud obnoxious ones in the booth who try to get the bartender to come sit with us. We also make the boys get fruity looking girl drinks and do the #eyelevelfistpumping dance. In addition our favorite tunes are 90's boy band songs and Celine Dion. Everyone person in this little work group is a necessary piece and I'm lovin' all this bonding we're getting in before we all disperse.
Between the 40 mile bike ride I had earlier that day, the working 5 hours, and the whole 'not eating enough calories before-hand,' I was a little tipsy after just two margaritas and woke up slightly hungover for my 6:45 alarm. My room looked like a war-zone when I was finally ready and, at best, somewhat presentable for my internship. I tried my hardest to not wake up Patrick, who was sprawled across my couch like a foot long hotdog in a regular sized bun (Thank you BU for the 5 foot long couch, you're a real peach) but I failed to be quiet (obviously, I am Katie, afterall) and he got to witness my flustered self running back and forth between my room and the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging out of my mouth.
I honestly feel ol' Noon and I have reached a new level - nothing says true friendship like witnessing my 3 inch thick glasses paired with my moose pajamas and my squirrel-like L.L. Bean slippers, or the mime I turn into when I wash my face (as he put it mid-sentence, "-your face is COVERED"). And nothing quite bonds two people more than a good old fashioned tooth brushing party where one person feels incredibly inadequate with their free brush from the dentist when the other person pulls out his $200 rechargeable bristled machine that buzzes twice when you need to switch sides. I've never been so intimated by a man. I'll also never look at my own toothbrush the same. Nasty, cheap, insufficient piece of plastic...how dare you not come with a removable head and hard zipper case!
Okay...letting that one go.
Things went well with the T and getting to my internship but everything went a bit awry when my kid decided to dart out of the room like a hamster on the lose and sprint down the hallway, leaving me silently thanking my coach for all those days of track workouts which have kept me in tip-top running shape. We ran past his mom in the waiting room and I finally caught up to him just before the fish tank (whew). Excited and hyper-stimulated he squirmed in my arms all the way back to the room where I met my boss who was awaiting my explanation on why we were MIA....and why I was breathing so hard. At least the kid was absolutely delighted. Shenanigans.
After my internship I got home, curled up in a ball under my comforter and took a 3 hour nap. I finally dragged myself out of bed and forced myself to run 6 miles before meeting up with some of my favorite C.S team members for some well-deserved tex-mex food (again - I swear it's all I eat). The best part of the night was bonding with KVW on the T when this little creeper man followed us around the stop and onto the train, never actually making eye contact but apologizing profusely, making awkward comments about KVW's phone, walking away then walking back again. I truly hope he made it to North Quincy eventually...although his demeanor makes me guess that it took him a while to get there. He was truly a wanderer at heart.
Today I woke up early, went into work early, and did shipment like a boss. I was actually sweating I was running around the store and putting things away so fast. It made the 5 hour shift fly by though. Oh, and I got to put my minimal Spanish speaking skills into practice by talking with non-native English speaker about baseball stuff. Cual es un precio de este guante de beisbol? Venden zapatos de los ninos? Yo quiero taco bell? It was a strugfest but I got through it. I even got him to chuckle at my terrible grammar and lack of vocab, not to mention my midwestern accent trying to morph into a Spanish one.
I was planning on running to the Fens today to squeeze in a track workout before my much anticipated reunion with Christopher but it's freezing and raining and if I catch another cold I'll actually go crazy...so I'm stuck on the trainer again...inside...watching Grey's anatomy and counting down the minutes until the hell is over.
Actually this entire semester has been relaxation time...I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
Monday Lydia and I did a 70 mile bike ride through Dover. We ended up turned around and lost somewhere southwest of Boston but using her awesome sense of direction we were able to get ourselves back on track - unlike when I'm alone. If I had done that ride without Lydia I'm pretty sure I'd still be biking out there, probably in Canada by now. I was so exhausted afterwards I ate an entire box of pasta and got in bed at 5. Big dogs make big plays in big games.
Tuesday was pretty average. I worked until 2 and ran 5.5 miles afterwards. It was absolutely gorgeous out (sunny and 75) so I lingered a bit on my run and dragged it out. It was pretty uneventful until 7 when there was an explosion/fire combo that put all of Backbay out of power, which resulted in Patrick being my Springbreak roommate for 2 nights- it was definitely different having a boy other than Christopher around but my suite was getting too quiet anyway and I was starting to talk to my guitar and my bike. Having someone around to chat with was great- and I got wicked good banana bread out of the deal. He claimed he slept like a rock both nights he was here but I find that hard to believe...he's a 6'3 man sleeping on a 5 foot long couch that's half as wide as a normal couch. Oh, that and the fact that in the middle of the night he said he freaked out when he pulled one of my hairs out of his mouth. The perks of living with girls.
Earlier this week after work the C.S. gang and I all met up at sunset for the always needed, never excessive margarita-nacho combo. I absolutely love hanging out with my work friends - which shows because in less than a week we've all gotten together 3 times outside of work. We also (accidentally) made a facebook group. And a mascot named Bernard. And a token group dance. Kind of cliquey? Yes. Too much time on ours hands? Probably. Do I hate it? Absolutely not. We're the loud obnoxious ones in the booth who try to get the bartender to come sit with us. We also make the boys get fruity looking girl drinks and do the #eyelevelfistpumping dance. In addition our favorite tunes are 90's boy band songs and Celine Dion. Everyone person in this little work group is a necessary piece and I'm lovin' all this bonding we're getting in before we all disperse.
Between the 40 mile bike ride I had earlier that day, the working 5 hours, and the whole 'not eating enough calories before-hand,' I was a little tipsy after just two margaritas and woke up slightly hungover for my 6:45 alarm. My room looked like a war-zone when I was finally ready and, at best, somewhat presentable for my internship. I tried my hardest to not wake up Patrick, who was sprawled across my couch like a foot long hotdog in a regular sized bun (Thank you BU for the 5 foot long couch, you're a real peach) but I failed to be quiet (obviously, I am Katie, afterall) and he got to witness my flustered self running back and forth between my room and the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging out of my mouth.
I honestly feel ol' Noon and I have reached a new level - nothing says true friendship like witnessing my 3 inch thick glasses paired with my moose pajamas and my squirrel-like L.L. Bean slippers, or the mime I turn into when I wash my face (as he put it mid-sentence, "-your face is COVERED"). And nothing quite bonds two people more than a good old fashioned tooth brushing party where one person feels incredibly inadequate with their free brush from the dentist when the other person pulls out his $200 rechargeable bristled machine that buzzes twice when you need to switch sides. I've never been so intimated by a man. I'll also never look at my own toothbrush the same. Nasty, cheap, insufficient piece of plastic...how dare you not come with a removable head and hard zipper case!
Okay...letting that one go.
Things went well with the T and getting to my internship but everything went a bit awry when my kid decided to dart out of the room like a hamster on the lose and sprint down the hallway, leaving me silently thanking my coach for all those days of track workouts which have kept me in tip-top running shape. We ran past his mom in the waiting room and I finally caught up to him just before the fish tank (whew). Excited and hyper-stimulated he squirmed in my arms all the way back to the room where I met my boss who was awaiting my explanation on why we were MIA....and why I was breathing so hard. At least the kid was absolutely delighted. Shenanigans.
After my internship I got home, curled up in a ball under my comforter and took a 3 hour nap. I finally dragged myself out of bed and forced myself to run 6 miles before meeting up with some of my favorite C.S team members for some well-deserved tex-mex food (again - I swear it's all I eat). The best part of the night was bonding with KVW on the T when this little creeper man followed us around the stop and onto the train, never actually making eye contact but apologizing profusely, making awkward comments about KVW's phone, walking away then walking back again. I truly hope he made it to North Quincy eventually...although his demeanor makes me guess that it took him a while to get there. He was truly a wanderer at heart.
Today I woke up early, went into work early, and did shipment like a boss. I was actually sweating I was running around the store and putting things away so fast. It made the 5 hour shift fly by though. Oh, and I got to put my minimal Spanish speaking skills into practice by talking with non-native English speaker about baseball stuff. Cual es un precio de este guante de beisbol? Venden zapatos de los ninos? Yo quiero taco bell? It was a strugfest but I got through it. I even got him to chuckle at my terrible grammar and lack of vocab, not to mention my midwestern accent trying to morph into a Spanish one.
I was planning on running to the Fens today to squeeze in a track workout before my much anticipated reunion with Christopher but it's freezing and raining and if I catch another cold I'll actually go crazy...so I'm stuck on the trainer again...inside...watching Grey's anatomy and counting down the minutes until the hell is over.
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