Ran 7 miles through Old Town Alexandria and along the Potomac on a beautiful Tuesday evening. Dusk was falling, my legs felt strong, and the mild early summer air cooled my skin.
Then the mosquitos started biting me. Have I mentioned that bugs adore me? E. knows when it's summer when I start showing him my annual array of skeeter bites.
As long as I kept moving the mosquitos didn't fly fast enough to get me. But if I stopped for more than 5 seconds, every mosquito within a half-mile would zoom in for the kill, much like a herd of OverEaters Anonymous members stampeding a $7.99 all-you-can-eat buffet in Vegas. Must remember to spray on DEET next time ....
Last night I ran 3.5 miles and lifted upper-body weights. Tonight, 5 miles, with some fartlek thrown in, capping with lunges, plies, and squats.
Reception Tasting: On Tuesday, I also attended a private tasting with a caterer we may use for our unwedding reception in October. (For those just tuning in, E. and I are getting married by ourselves in August in Hawaii and throwing a dinner in D.C. for family and friends in October.)
The catering manager turned out to be a big, brassy woman. Funny, because I pictured her, through her e-mails and association with a chi-chi friend of E.'s, as a thin, slightly neurotic woman with a penchant for Botox and Kiehl's skincare products.
My friend, H., came with me to help sample the food. Which was very good, though a tad salty in one or two dishes. But that can be toned down. We nibbled on seared ahi tuna, steak marinated in a soy and ginger, roast Asian chicken with macadamia nut stuffing, shrimp cakes drizzled with wasabi sauce, baby spinach salad with rice sticks, and other dishes.
The total estimated tab for the 65-person reception (and not including the cost of the site, musicians, flowers, etc.) was more than $5,000. I gulped. But H. said that weddings in D.C. average around $30,000, with most of that paying for the reception, so I should consider myself lucky.