Unfortunately, I was a little ambitious in planning my Sunday. First, I planned to run the half-marathon (starting at 8:00 am) just outside of Salem, Oregon. Then, I planned to head to Eugene, Oregon to meet friends for the Crab Fest at King Estate Winery at 12:30 pm. Salem is a little less than 2 hours from Eugene and I knew we’d be able to make it to the Crab Fest on time if we left the race shortly after 10:30 am. Obviously, I didn’t want to go to the Fest in my running clothes (and looking like sh*t, too) so I had to do some things I vowed I would never do.
First, I had to shower in the jr. high school locker room! I wish I’d taken pictures, but I was cold and so afraid someone would see me naked that I busted balls to get out of there ASAP. I basically rinsed off in cold water, washed my face, left my hair in it’s naturally beautiful state, threw on sweats (no bra <—I didn’t think about my risk of tripping, obviously), flip flops and headed to the car.
I sat in the backseat and let G take control of the driving.
Oh, and I told G to start blasting the heat.
After 20 minutes or so, I started to get myself together.
I really only brought stuff to fix my face and was hoping my hair would dry into something not-too-scary. I’d flat-ironed my hair the day before, but it was kind of sweaty from the race so I was just hoping it would kind of relax and dry out. Wishful thinking.
I think I’d filled in my eyebrows and put on eye shadow and mascara by the time I took this picture. That.was.so.difficult. It was so hard to put on makeup after running that far. I just decided to go slow and hope I was dressed by the time we made it to the winery.
I got the makeup done! Then I had to think about clothes. As I’m afraid to see myself naked, I was even more terrified some poor soul driving down the freeway would see my naked parts. I directed G to (1) not let anyone pass us and (2) not pass anyone. And it worked!
Obviously, my hair was not going to help me out. F*cking, f*cked up hair.
Anyway, after getting dressed I kept my legs elevated and did some stretching…I was just hoping that it would help a little with soreness.
And that’s about the time this happened:
Apparently, G got a little hot. Usually, he would just turn off the heat or roll down the window. I guess he felt bad for me because I was so cold during the race so he just started stripping. It was hilarious…I was freezing, it was snowing outside and G was driving topless.
We (obviously) have issues.
So I just put on my sunglasses celebrity-style and ignored the fact that my driver was topless.
We eventually made it to the winery AND ATE SO MUCH FOOD!
But I’ll tell you more about that tomorrow.