The hubs and I have survived a serious test of marital compatibility: picking out a Christmas tree. Our differences started before we even left the apartment.
“What are you wearing?” I asked, shaking my head at his loafers and overcoat. “You’re going to get all of that dirty when you have to get down on the ground and saw.”
He raised a brow. “Where exactly are we going?”
We were going, of course, to cut down a Christmas tree. My family did this every year when I was a kid, and now that I once again live in an area where evergreens grow? Heck yes, I was going to a cut-it-yourself farm instead of a grocery store parking lot!
“What about those ones that are already cut?” the hubs asked, as we pulled our 4-Runner across a muddy ditch and in to a parking spot, of sorts, at the edge of the farm.
“Nah, those are more expensive,” I said, dismissing a little group of prissy-looking pre-cut Noble Firs. “Plus, you don’t get to saw.” The hubs sighed.
The next two hours were spent tromping around the quaint little farm, trading comments like:
Him: “What about that one?” Me: “Oh NO, it’s way too fat.”
Me: “Hey look at this!” Him: “That one? It’s balding on top.”
Him: “What about this one?” Me: “Ugh, seriously? There’s a weird lump on its backside.”
Me: “Here we go!” Him: “What, that? That misshapen thing?”
So judgmental, we are.
Eventually we were able to come to an agreement. And after a brief discussion on how one actually goes about felling a tree with a tiny dull saw, we had harvested our little Virginia Pine and were on our way home.
It’s a little…crooked. And on the verge of falling over. Methinks we need a better stand.
Lights? Decorations? Eh. I’m sure I’ll put some lights on it, at least. Honestly, I am not a huge holiday decorator. I like Christmas trees mostly for their wonderful smell.
Today’s EAT: Dinner was a hot dog and movie theater popcorn; we saw the new Harry Potter movie tonight. (It was just okay – not as good as its predecessors. I liked those Hogwarts kids better when they were little and cute.)
Today’s DRINK: Post-movie beer. (Wouldn’t going to the movies be more fun if the concession stand sold booze? I’ve been to a few small independent theaters that do this and it’s awesome.)
Anyway, I’ve had this Abita S.O.S. Pilsner in the fridge for a while now. It’s like, a charity beer for coastal restoration. Or something. Cool.
Fairly light, just slightly bitter, and a bit of pucker (grapefruit?). Easy to drink at 7% ABV. Tasted slightly summery and beachy, which I suppose is fitting!
Today’s RUN: Five miles – again. I’ve done a lot of fivers lately. Here’s how the week shook out:
M – 5.14 easy (43:51, 8:31 pace)
Tu – 3.86 easy (34:15, 8:52 pace)
W – OFF
Th – Turkey Trot 8K w/hubs (44:14, 8:47 pace)
F – OFF
Sa – 3.84 easy w/hubs (37:45, 9:49 pace)
Su – 5.04 easy (41:08, 8:09 pace)
22.9 miles. I was trying to keep it around 20. I’m still having some stiffness and aches in my stupid Achilles, especially first thing in the morning. It feels fine when I’m running and throughout the rest of the day. But I’ll continue to keep the mileage low and baby it for a while. Stupid crankle.
It does seem to be progressively getting better, so I’m not too worried. And it’s kind of nice to take a break from speedwork and long runs – and to run a couple of times a week with the hubs! But I’ll be glad when I can up my mileage a little.
Aiming to hold it to 20-25 again this week.
Today’s QUESTION: If you’re a Christmas tree person – real or fake?