A really bad idea...

This past weekend Scott went up to visit his mom in Twain Harte Saturday night (after a DELICIOUS night out on Friday @ The House). I am officially on San Francisco lock down to get ready for the wedding so I stayed back to check out napkin colors and get lost in the art supply store for an hour plus looking at paper for a number of things.

I mean, we are talking IMPORTANT decisions!

I also took the poms to the dog park on Saturday night. AP LOVES the dog park. Lola really only gets excited when it is time to go (she prefers her human friends to other dogs) but Arnold could stay for hours.

One happy pomeranian!

I also went to the grocery store and couldn't decide what I wanted for dinner. Please tell me WHAT I was thinking while picking up these items as possibilities for a meal?

Apparently my bridal instincts have finally kicked in because I decided it would be a great idea to head out on Sunday for San Francisco Half Marathon. Scott and I did this last year and registered again as our "get fit for the wedding" plan. Well, I jumped on a piece of glass and all training for this race went right out the window.

I have been slowly getting back into running with an average of about 3 mile runs two to three times a week. I think my "long" run to date has been 4 miles. In my head, here was my plan..."I will run with cab money and when I get tired, I will just grab a cab and go home OR I will run until the course gets close to home and cut off and go home OR I will just run/walk the race and finish". So, off I went to the start line. I felt surprisingly good and managed to push through the run portion in the park (5 miles) and headed towards my option of going home. At some point I realized my cab fare had fallen out of my pocket so my options were, run to the end or go home. Somewhere in my mind heading to the finish was a great idea...

1. You get a medal (WHOA!-haha)

2. I have a wedding dress to wear in a month

3. I am stubborn

4. Everyone else was still running

5. If the 13 year-old and her mom that I was pacing off can finish, so can I

Well, apparently everyone else doing this race actually trained for it! Mile 10 (mind you I felt surprisingly good until Mile 10) came like a ton of bricks. I had given it everything I had in the running department and my body got angry. Might have been drinking the Cytomax drink at the aid stations, eating Luna Moons, or just plain running 10 miles (ALL of which I knew in the back of my head were terrible ideas...you just don't do things you don't train for or with) but my stomach decided we were going to have a fight. I ended up walking 2.75 miles and ran the last .25 over the finish line.

I then got the chills, sweats, dizziness, and cramps that come along with being severely dehydrated. REALLY not a fun time. The reason I have chosen to share this story instead of just giving myself a pat on the back for finishing is to make sure no one makes the same dumb mistake I did. Hydrate, train, and race with what you train with (i.e.-no Luna Moons on race day unless you have tried it before). I am pretty sure my brain just turned off when I made all of these poor decisions and let me tell you I will not make them again.

Proof of my awesome race!

In other news, I took my aching, hobbling body down to City Hall on Monday with Scott to get our marriage license! We are now legally allowed to get married! It was a very exciting morning and I can't wait until the big day!

Scott at City Hall

So pretty!

Well, I am off to plan, plan, plan! One month and one day to go.