I took 3 days off, in a row, from running last week. I had several excellent reasons (read: excuses) for doing so, but regardless, I took the time off. And you know what?

I didn’t feel the least bit guilty.

I’m not on a training schedule for any races, just running for fun and fitness. And because, as I tell my co-workers, I’m a much nicer person when I run! 🙂

On Sunday, I lounged in the pool for a few hours and then decided to go for a fun run. I did 1.25 miles in about 14 minutes. That’s about a 11:40ish mile pace. I even walked some because I got a nasty stitch in my side and had to get it out. But it was just good to get back out pounding the pavement.

The whole reason for my time off?

A boy. Actually, a man. The Man from Brazil.

I told you all on Saturday that he said he would call on Thursday and see me on Friday and then neither of those things happened. So I was irritated, but did I really even have the right to be? I don’t know.

So Saturday night was round 2 of Darby’s (my meteorologist friend) going away party. Since a lot of us work the 2-11 shift, the shenanigans didn’t begin until 11pm. We met at one of our favorite hangouts and had a good time. I had been there for about 45 minutes when my friend who introduced me to the Man From Brazil called me and told me that I had to get down to the wedding reception that they were all at. (The entire reason he came back to town was for this wedding.)

I couldn’t decide what to do. I wanted to go, but didn’t want to be pathetic or crash a wedding reception. Finally, she called again, but this time the Man from Brazil was on the phone. He convinced me to come to the reception and so I walked the 4 blocks to the wedding reception.

He was so happy to see me. He said that his phone died the day before and he wasn’t back at the place he was staying to charge it, and he had a bunch of pre-wedding stuff to do and didn’t even get back to the house he was staying at until 1am. So I forgave the oversight.

My friend’s husband told me that he had been talking about me ALL night! When I got there, this older woman pulled me into a hug and told me that I was even more gorgeous in person and that they just love the man from Brazil (TMFB) and that they loved me too. She said that he is just such a great guy then said, “oh you don’t want to hug me,” and pushed me toward TMFB.

I won’t go into all of the dirty details on the internet…some things just need to stay private! But suffice it to say, we had a GREAT time Saturday night. He walked me back to my car, always staying on the street side, just to keep me safe! So sweet!

So I got home late and didn’t get much sleep! He went home to Brazil Monday and I won’t see him until October. Sigh!