Anne is in the midst of some serious crazy training for her first half marathon and wonderful friend that I am, I volunteered to run with her on Friday to get one of her short runs out of the way. I'm not running a ton these days, mostly because there's a little sweet potato sized baby sitting on my bladder, but it's been amazing weather this winter and it's made me downright mad that I haven't been out there as much. So I told her I'd do a short run with her, knowing it would make me get out there and I'd be happy once I did.
We made plans to run at 4:30 when she got done teaching, so we would have just enough time to run and shower before heading out to celebrate her brother-in-law Charlie's birthday.
On Friday morning, I got a text from her about our running plans. It said:
"We could meet at 4:30 to run or… we could go get our nails done and not need to shower before dinner."
Look, when you offer a pregnant woman the choice between running and getting her nails done...
Well, I think we know how this story ends.
(Especially since there's a frozen yogurt place next door to my nail salon.)
Shellac french tips are my very, very favorite. They last forever! I got 3 weeks out of my last one.
(And, PS, I should point out for Anne's sake she got 4 miles in on Thursday and 7 miles on Sunday, so I think she did just fine without my "help.")