Right… not actually running a marathon but more like a day on the go…
After 9 hours of sleep, which is wayyyy too much for me- above 8 hrs and I’m dead, but anyway… after 9 hours of sleep we went to the pool to work out a bit. Since this is the only exercise I can get my bf with me to do (because he used to swim competition when he was younger), we always go Saturday morning.
And this needs to be timed to perfection because at 11 there are hords of kids invading the water for their swim lessons.. So if we’re not out by then we literally swim in a queue and you get reminded how disgusting it actually is to be in the same water as all of these people – better to live in the bliss of ignorance…
This Saturday- we almost made it… got in 45 of good swimming and as any workout- elevates the mood and start of the day to perfection.
After that, home, do some laundry, fix the swim gear, and as my bf went to have lunch with a friend I had some ‘me-time’, doing a scrub, hair mask, face mask and self tanning- the year 2017 of beauty continues perfectly..
Went out to lunch, which really was a sad experience of a pasta dish which I didn’t even finish.. and me not finishing food- it must be sad! Read some magazines, listening in on the conversation of the danish family next to me (why are there danish people here- do they live here? Are they on vacation? And if so, who would go to Varese on vacation- unless you’re m a friend or family of mine and I make you? So many questions I did not get an answer to)
Bf came back, and since the ‘restaurant’ (it doesn’t deserve to be called a proper restaurant) I was at didn’t accept card payment below 10€ (my anger towards this INSANELY STUPIDITY cannot be explained in one post…) my bf had to come and bail me out of lunch (WHO TF has cash anymore..???). Only reason I went there is that it’s in a piazza without car- traffic… never again though.
Anyway- bf came, we had a drink together and chilled at home for an hour after. Went out to aperitivo (North Italian pre- dinner snacks), and instead of dinner, had some more wine 🙂
I am LOVING the freedom of just chilling like a villain during the weekend and calling it a ‘marathon’ 😊😊👏🏻👏🏻
Now- what to do on a Sunday…?! Just kidding- so many plans; hang out with retired people (which are the only ones out when we go out to have breakfast at 10), buy a bike, watch formula 1, cook and eat dinner etc…;)
(And disclaimer: I know this is not a busy ‘marathony’ day, which is why I used the headline;) )