Because I had stayed up late the night before, I didn’t go
on my morning run. Which was more than fine because my friend/co-worker Rachel
wanted to go during lunch time anyways. As I have said, our work is near a
lake, so we wanted to run around the lake. I was tired and moving a little slow
that day and probably wouldn’t have made myself go for the run if it wasn’t
Rachel encouraging me, but I am so happy I went. It was one of the hottest days
and we were dripping sweat before we even began (another reason I didn’t really
want to go), but once we started going, a small breeze picked up. And it was a
beautiful trail around the lake, glistening in the sun (okay, there may have
been some trash in it around the edges, but I’ll leave that image to the side). A wonderful lunch-time getaway workout.
We did leave work early that day because we were all going
to a group Flamengo dinner, out at a nice steakhouse (if you know me, you know
I don’t eat red meat, but going to a nice steakhouse also means that plenty of
wonderful fish options are available, so I am always more than happy to go).
There were about 20 of us going there and we enjoyed appetizers and steak/salmon
and wine and talked and laughed. We did however get interrupted near the end of
dinner with a million phone calls to numerous people around the table about
yes, the swimmers. This was the night that two swimmers were taken off their
plane home to the U.S. and detained to give a statement about the Lochte
incident. Our phones were buzzing. Some people had to leave early, which was
disappointing, but it was what we had to do. I helped with what I could, but
that night, other people were on the ground running to help them (literally),
and so I just helped from afar. The dinner lasted late and the swimmers issue
lasted even later, so another night where I didn’t enough sleep, but I knew
that I would be home soon, in my own bed, without having to set an alarm, in
only a couple of days.
Dinner
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