Retail Therapy < A Good (chub-rub-free) Run

We aren’t very adventerous.  At least, in our day-to-day lives we’re not.  We try to be, but I guess the chance of a bad experience is enough to send us habitually to the same restaurants/running routes/hairdresser/etc.

So when we ventured out to Old Towne Orange Saturday night for dinner, we naturally found ourselves a bit frazzled.  What do we want to eat?  Where should we park?  Are there gangs out here?  Did you remember the pepper spray??

We knew we were in safe hands when we saw Starbucks’ literally across the street from each other :

… And one of Food Network’s Cupcake Wars winners!

The Perfect Circle Cupcakery

… AND a shop named after L!  ((minus the -ly))

Adventure Success.  (Anything can be successful when you finish it off with Yogurtland, though)

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I set out this afternoon to do 8 miles – that Half I’m planning to PR at is in less than a month, afterall.  (I realize a month is practically a century around here these days)

So anyways I went to a new route, because I was still all crazy about trying new things and such.  I wore my UnderArmour skirt, which isn’t really anything new minus the part about me thinking for some reason I wouldn’t be plagued with torturous chub-rub this time.

I got 5 sucky miles in before the thigh-friction caused a serious fire concern.  I don’t know enough about the forrest fire laws out here to be willing to take any chances, so I cut the run short.  Stupid skirt.  Stupid thighs.  Stupid running.

Once home, I went bat-shit over some little issue so miniscule that I can’t even remember what it was anymore.  The culmination of a few stressful weeks finally caught up with me, and after a few slammed cupboards I told B I was going shopping.

“Need a pick me up, huh?”

This man knows me too well.

I’ve been abstaining from Retail Therapy in light of the whole wedding-savings thing, foolishly thinking running/beer/coffee/sleep might be adequate substitutes.

I’ll tell you right now, as I sit here completely drained after my day full of rack-perusing, that there is really nothing quite like the thrill of finding a killer bargain, the perfect summer sandals, or your favorite jeans (in your size!) on sale.

(this is not up for debate.  please just let me believe this is ok.)

Heh, woops.  To be fair I told B I was planning to do a major overhaul on my closet, and he signed off on it.  I may or may not still be riding the ‘you-just-bought-a-motorcycle’ wave…

But look at these deals!

 

UPDATE : I got up in the middle of this post – 30 minutes before the downstairs gym closed – threw on my new F21 shorts, and sprinted those damn last three miles.  Training run, COMPLETE.

I take back what I said about Retail Therapy.  A good run still trumps all in the mood-boosting department.

Sarah Soon-To-Be