What did I do this weekend, you ask?

Okay. You didn't ask. You likely don't care. Get your own blog.

Friday. Ate sushi and watched "Whatever Works", the new Woody Allen movie starring Larry David. If you know me (and you don't, cause no one knows me like I know myself) then you understand my love of Woody Allen, and how much I appreciate "Curb Your Enthusiasm".

Brief aside: I first discovered "Curb Your Enthusiasm" in Fairhaven, Washington with Michael. We were having a romantic weekend away and the room had HBO and we stumbled across this show which we could not stop watching. We were beside ourselves we were enjoying it so much. So we spent that Saturday night eating sandwiches in bed and watching episode after episode, thrilled fully and cacking to get back home so we could rent all the older episodes.

Didn't sleep in as much as I wanted. Ran the six miles with Michael. Went into Vancouver to check out some sales on technical gear and then to the Naam for dinner. Love the Naam. Want a Naam shirt. Get to have leftover spinach/feta enchilada for lunch tomorrow.

Suffered from excruciating lower back pain and so took 1/4 of a muscle relaxant from a car accident I had almost a year ago (and some wine, and some extra strength Ibuprofen). Slept very soundly. Surprising.

Michael and I headed out for our lonely 20 miler around noon. The three bridges. It was hard, but the weather held off and we crossed the Ironworkers bridge and ran through East Van and then into Kits and along the seawall and made a brief detour to my dad's bench and I said hi and that I would have a cappuccino when the run was over and could he please make it so that we didn't have to run up Keith at the end.

Continued on, over the Burrard Street bridge. Feeling a little peaked at this point, but the sun was poking through the clouds and there weren't too many people on the seawall and then we made it up to Prospect Point and tried to stretch our hammies out and then back down to the Lionsgate and oh, what a feeling to look to my right and see that first bridge in the distance and to think that I was closing in on twenty miles and how lucky we were to have the time and ability to run and appreciate such a beautiful city.

We did have to run up Keith but that's okay, I secretly wanted to because it's hard and I - sometimes - like a challenge.

It felt good to be done.

It felt even better to have a shower with Michael and then doze for over an hour.

And even better yet was beer and pizza with a bunch of friends at the local pub afterwards.

Best life ever.

Ever.