Crossing that Bridge

At some point in the past couple months, I decided to become a runner.

This has now resulted in me signing up for two races this month, one of them this coming Saturday and the other in a few more weeks.

Now, my dear friend Sadie is coming into Charleston and staying the weekend to run this race. The Cooper River Bridge Run is a big enough deal that people come in from all over the world to run it.

Needless to say, I am slightly panicking.

Not only is the race a 10k, but there are a lot of people who run it. Granted, I have done the Peachtree Road Race (another 10k) in the past, but I didn’t know where I was going and basically asked my mom to stop and walk every 3/4 mile. It was an “Are we there yet?” scenario, but I did make it to the end in one whole piece without completely collapsing.

I think the reason I am panicking this time is because I think I am in way worse shape. Although, I have been able to run several miles lately without needing to fall down and collapse on the sidewalk after, so maybe I’m not too bad? Either way, I just know that I am going to be swarmed in the mass of this:

I’ll be there…in that mass of people…heavily breathing…

And this:

This look fun yet?

The claustrophobia aspect of it also freaks me out: I can barely handle being on a machine directly next to someone at the gym.

I’d also like to add that unlike other 10k’s, this one requires me to cross a bridge with quite an intense incline over a wide body of water: Continue reading

It’s Friiiiiiday

Many things are happening today that make me very happy:

1) Jamey is going to be back from Pennsylvania;

2) We’re going to scoot up to Pawleys for the evening to have fun with his parents and their friends;

and 3) we are taking the necessary ingredients to make some garden sours.

Other than that, who knows what this weekend has in store. We probably are going to take care of some household-y things tomorrow (like re-potting our poor lavender plant and ferns…more on that later), and catch up on other miscellaneous Charleston things that probably won’t involve leaving the three-block radius of our house. (I’m thinking a grocery store run might be in store, and when I say run I mean walk. That’s a little more than three blocks…but you get the gist.)

This weekend is also one of the last before we get really busy, since April is a slammed month of traveling (mostly Jamey) and travelers (can’t wait for a few select visitors to make their way down to my humble abode!) In the meantime, we’re going to savor this weekend and make the most of our time together.

Hope y’all have a great weekend!

P.S. – How do you like our new banner and tagline? We figured “Blabbin’, Cookin’, and Lovin'” better represented our current conversations – which doesn’t mean I’ll finally simmer down on wedding talk. Oh, no. We are just getting started.

You’re hot ‘n you’re cold

Let me paint a picture for you.

Your name is James, and you’re on a business trip in Somewhere, Pennsylvania on a Wednesday near the end of March. You’re cold, but you’re not one to complain because you’re tough. And when you’re tough, you mean business, which is why you’re there so it all works out.

However, one early Wednesday morning in Somewhere, Pennsylvania, you pull back your hotel room curtain with the hopes of a bright, sunshine-filled morning. Instead, you see this:

A hotel view in Somewhere, Pennsylvania

A cold, dark scene awaits. Perhaps some derogatory thoughts enter your head, and you wish for home.

Miles away, your sweet financee is driving around Charleston, South Carolina to find a wedding dress for the day of your marriage. She drives with nervous anticipation, heading to a store in an unfamiliar area to search for what she hopes will lead to The One. She sweats in her car, and suddenly realizes it is not a sweat from nerves or anxiety. No, to her chagrin, the temperature outside reads this: Continue reading