Minggu, 05 Februari 2017
The American Family
Ice cream trucks, Bomb Pops, BBQ, lemonade, beer, sunshine, sleeping in, staying up late, American flags, summer dresses, and fireworks. I'm a sucker for the Fourth of July [and summer in general] and this was one of those weekends I never wanted to end.
Fireworks: the perfect symbol of America's tendency to go over-the-top with extravagance, unnecessarily dropping thousands of dollars for an hour of mindless entertainment. And I love every minute of it:) In fact, we did not just see ONE fireworks show. We saw two: Thursday night we headed downtown for the big Milwaukee display and Friday we watched our local suburb's version. The downtown show was freaking insane [and I'm not just talking about the parking situation]: fireworks in four different locations, all down by the lakefront. Three intervals in 20 minute sessions --all complete with individual 'grande finales'-- totaling an hour of firework madness. And Milwaukee does not screw around with crummy works; they go all out with heart-shaped, dollar sign-shaped, smiley face-shaped fireworks that had us saying, "oooooh" and "ahhhhh". It inspired us to snap many pictures, which proved to be a difficult feat:
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[two of the four locations]
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Then came Saturday, the day we had to run ten miles. Let's just say this was a rough one for me. My stomach nearly exploded from my body multiple times and I don't know why. All I know is my digestive system needs to behave on race day or I might suffer from a mental breakdown/severe embarrassment. NOT cool, but we ran 10.21 miles in 1:37 which is still less than 10 minute miles [and better than Oprah!]. And so begins the double-digit mileage...I also got a wicked tan line from one of my new tank tops, which figures. Don't they make strapless running tops anywhere? Oh wait, I'm trying to be a 'hard core' runner and not a pansy. I forgot.
After the grueling run I convinced Nate to lay out on the beach with me [which did not ease my tan lines despite my efforts]. Milwaukee's lake front is one of my most favorite places in town. It's so beautiful and serene and the best place to people-watch ever. I've decided I want a sailboat, too, just so you know.
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Besides watching tons of tennis at Wimbledon, I convinced Nate to go for a bike ride. In the midst of all this running insanity, I forgot about our fabulous road bikes. Biking for 45 minutes is WAY easier than running [at least the way we ride] and I love the wind in my face, too. But the next day I always remember why I despise biking---when my backside pulsates all day long. It's seriously not normal to shove a little hard seat up your hee-haw while riding over bumpy paths. That's all I have to say about that.
Please note that my helmet is purple with flowers on it and try not to be too jealous:
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I almost slammed into the photographer on this last shot, but I wanted you to see our awesome bikes. Is it bad that I sometimes forget how to change gears, and I like to use my feet for brakes? Because Nate hates my riding skills:)
So yes, it was a super fabulous weekend. Next you'll hear from Henry about his little experience...
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