This weekend my big sister was in town for the International Grand Ball, Ballroom Dance Competition. Before I met up with her and her dance partner on Saturday, I had a productive morning of running, planking, stretching & pancake eating. The weather was cool (aka perfect), the sights were glorious (Embarcadero waterfront), and my new gear was awesome (Nike running skirt & sports bra).
After my run, I refueled with some lemon-lime Nuun & brunch. Then, I met up with my sister & her dance partner. We spent all afternoon shopping (I window shopped) and then ate a fabulous dinner. Next, it was off to their hotel.
The ballroom competition didn’t start until 11:00 PM, which is basically 3 o’clock in the morning Hali time. When my sister told me she was going on at 11, I thought,WHHHHHAT?! By 9PM I was struggling to keep my eyes open so I had a latte while they got ready to dance. If you know me, you know that this is crazy talk. I drink coffee maybe two times a month, so when I get it, I REALLY need it.
Finally, the dancing began!!!! My sister definitely sucked the gene pool dry in terms of creativity & gracefulness.
We got back to the hotel room and I got comfortable (wearing heels for an hour was way more than I am used to ;-)) Then, eventually the lights when out and the TV went on. This basically means that any chance at a fun, stay-up- late, slumber party is gone for me. I am someone who has googled “Do I have narcolepsy” more than once. I am a “lights-go-off & movie-goes-on-& Hali-has-the-sleep-of-her-life” kinda gal. I sit in a moving vehicle for more than five minutes and I am out. I have sweat pants on and happen to sit on a couch/bed/chair… Snooze time it is.
SO, basically, this is a warning- Don’t invite me to your sleepover, unless you are inviting me to SLEEP. The other bad part about this hotel scenario is that since I usually fall asleep a good 3 hours before anyone else, I usually wake up at the crack of dawn. AGAIN- Don’t invite me to your sleepover (especially if it is at a nice hotel). This morning I woke around 6:50, ready to go to the gym. I fumbled around with my workout clothes and tried to search for the hotel key using the light from my Iphone. SORRY SIS that I make SO much noise when I swear I am quiet as a mouse.
Waking up early was so worth it. And, staying at a nice hotel… WHAT A TREAT. I could really get used to this.
I did two miles on the treadmill, bringing me to 12 total for the weekend. I was happy with that and glad that my leg seems to be responding well to running slower than normal. I also did a lot of strength training, which made me want a gym membership again.
When I got back to the room, my sister was awake and we got ready to go. Before she had to fly out, we met up with my love & we all had an amazing lunch at Frjtz.
If in SF, you must go.
Signature hand-cut, twice-fried pomme frites with curry Ketchup & strawberry mustard (or any other crazy dip you can imagine) Need I say more?
It was sad to say goodbye to my beautiful sister & her amazing dance partner. Lali and I mourned their leaving properly by doing yoga in our PJ’s, and then eating a big bowl of Indian food. Overall, the weekend was really great. Great food, amazing company, some awesome running/training, beautiful dancing, and a lot of relaxing.
I hope you had a great weekend!!
Did you workout this weekend?
Have you ever been to a ballroom dance competition?
Night owl or early riser, or BOTH?