Let’s do this Last Week This Week thing again, shall we. Work has been crazy, so taking a moment to think about everything else that goes on beyond those long days is healthy for the soul.
Sweating through 38.4 miles of track work, hill sprints, and runs with friends I haven’t seen in far too long, plus week one of BBG. It’s a humbling reminder that it’s time to get my butt back in shape, but am once again reminded of just how much I love this sport — and that BBG jives really well with my style (more on that later).
Eating the simplest, yet husband-approved, crockpot chicken white bean chili. To be honest, this is more of a soup that I altered to make my own: use three chicken breasts instead of two, add a small chopped onion and some crushed red peppers into the crockpot for easy flavor perfection, and top with avocado, olives, cilantro, and lime. YAS. Also a new Williams’ family favorite: tamales ordered using my terribly broken Spanish from this local panaderia.
Wearing something that I have stayed away from for a long time, but when I realized they have a “tall” section online and a ridiculous 50 percent off deal, I thought…eh, why not. Enter: Old Navy. I am now the proud owner of my first-ever jumpsuit that actually fits. GASP.
Writing a note to my dad.
Reading Phil Knight’s OpEd piece in The New York Times: My Fill-In Father.
Living for more puppy cuddles. Last week, we went to a friend’s house that we had never been to before and brought Lola along with us. One of our friends asked us, “Has Lola ever ran away?” To which we replied, “No.”
Fast forward an hour or so and Lola is nowhere to be found. We start the search for our four-pound pup thinking that she’s probably just hiding under a bed — like normal. But after the usual spots ended up empty and Josh couldn’t find her outside, I got that feeling. That feeling of, “Wake up, this is just a dream.” That feeling of my heart sinking deep within my stomach and tears starting to well up. I was barefoot looking for her and my legs just started to run. Josh rounded the corner calling her name, as did our friends, and I was terrified. She was gone.
What felt like 15 minutes later but in reality was probably much less, I heard Josh call out to a couple on bikes, “Have you seen a dog?” I ran around the corner toward them and there she was, sitting in their basket. They had found her, shaking, and picked her up.
I felt like a terrible parent and sick to my stomach — this fur baby is my baby. Crisis averted, but it was close and completely discomforting. We promptly gave Lola a stranger danger talk, then hugged her a little closer that night.