Weekend Recap -- I Feel like I Ran a Marathon

Happy Sunday, friends! This weekend was pretty awesome – hope yours was too.

Back up though…

Earlier in the week, Kim and I went to Fight Night at War Memorial Auditorium. It benefited Not Alone, which is a part of the company I work for. Kim scored us a couple of tickets and we had a blast. Neither of us knew what to expect but we heard there would be food, wine and people fighting each other. There was no stopping us.

Turns out it was a sanctioned, official, totally legit boxing event – very pro and very scary. Well, I was scared for a minute. Then all of the sudden I was practically out of my seat yelling “Yeah! PUNCH HIM!” Kingston.

Although it turned a little Hunger Games for a while, when the 90 pound and 110 pound weight classes came out. They were middle schoolers – punching each other in the face.

It was a super fun night and for a good cause…even if our tickets were free and we ate our weight in appetizers.

See the little guys? So tiny.

Friday, some merch came in from a project Rog did last year – and we just love the Max Jones Brigade! We had to send put our hats on and send these photos to him. Get your taste of Max here.

Friday night Rog and I watched J. Edgar. Weird movie – slow, but interesting. It definitely had its moments, but wasn’t my favorite. Rog agreed. The best part of the movie night was that Callie was quite cuddly. Little nugget. I have to soak up the moments when the little hell cat is being a sweetie pie.

Saturday I woke up at 4:45 a.m. – I know, it should be illegal – and went downtown to volunteer at the Country Music Marathon. I ran the half two years ago, and last year my brother ran the full and I ran a little at the end with him. This year, I was a little bummed to not be a part of the race in some way. Then, I heard they were short on volunteers and jumped at the chance to help out. The atmosphere is just so fun.

I started out at 5:30 putting out food at the finish line – I was in charge of bagels and gogurts (those gross to-go yogurts).

Around 7:30 I went over to gear check. There were 20 UPS trucks that people used to check gear at the start line, then those trucks drove to the finish line so they could pick their stuff up after the race. Apparently last year there were 3-4 people working a truck, but I manned a truck all by myself. They were SO short on volunteers. It was chaotic at points – because a couple of bags were missing – but overall it was really fun and the runners were sweet and appreciative. I did have to tell one lady, “So, you understand that I, personally, did not lose your bag, right? And that I’m a volunteer doing everything in my power to be sure you get it back, right?” She apologized. I mean, if I just ran 13.1 miles and then my car keys had gone missing, I’d be pissed too – but come on lady. I’m sweating like a cow in the back of this UPS truck and I will kick you in the shin.

After 6 hours of volunteering I felt like I’d run the marathon. Smile It was so fun though – if I don’t run it next year I’ll be volunteering again.

The finish line – 5:30 a.m.

Good morning, Nashville!

My truck!

I came home and sat on the porch with Rogers after volunteering (and before my nap!), and this little kitty cat was ready to snuggle again. She loves to be outside.

Write this one down in the record books. I went to Trader Joes on Saturday and brought my own bag. And it wasn’t plastic. I’m officially “one of them.”