...to be out drinking.
Friday night the poet and I celebrated a bit of an anniversary. We went back here.
And drank a lot of this:
Saturday night we went to an awesome Thanksgiving dinner party. I baked & brought key lime cupcakes:
and drank too much of this:
Sunday morning I rallied hard with a grilled cheese sandwich and headed out for a fantastic morning-turned-afternoon of wine, cheese, and girl talk here:
And there was more of this:
Monday night I continued the streak:
While celebrating this:
Monday: 45 minutes lifting (arms/chest/back), 60 minutes/2500 meters swimming
Tuesday: 25 minutes lifting (legs), 20 minutes/2 miles elliptical, 30 minutes/7.3 miles trainer
Wednesday: 50 minutes lifting (a/c/b), 35 minutes/3.5 miles walk/run
Thursday: 45 minutes lifting (L), 30 minutes/3.25 miles elliptical, 55 minutes/2500 yards swimming
Friday: 45 minutes lifting (a/c/b), 45 minutes/4.52 miles walk/run
Saturday: 25ish minutes, 2ish miles walk/run
Sunday: 49 minutes/11.9 miles trainer