Weekend warrior

As evidenced in my last post, I was already aware how a change in jobs would require me making certain adjustments. What I did not expect was not being able to handle a normal, Saturday+Sunday weekend. Oh, I know now.

knoxville’s old city at approximately 2:30 a.m.

When you’re a sports writer, you tend to work while the rest of the world is at play, so my weekends rarely happened at the actual end of the week, and they hardly came with two days off in a row. During football season, my “days off” were typically Friday and Sunday, but I pretty much worked seven days a week. During basketball season, my days off were sort of anything goes — like, say, Tuesday and Friday.

So not counting my four-day stretch of unemployment last week that came with a trip to Memphis, this weekend was my first with two days off in a row on traditional weekend days. And like a kid in a candy shop, I could not control myself when it came to eating, drinking, shopping and compulsive couch sitting. My weekend consisted of the following:

  • Purchasing a new iPad (for workish purposes)
  • Eating lots of extremely decadent sushi on Friday night
  • Passing out from decadent sushi overload
  • Eating a very large unhealthy breakfast on Saturday morning.
  • Giving the sister-in-law a tour of the local university, where she’ll be attending in the fall. Walking, a lot.
  • Polishing off a meal at my favorite restaurant (among the Modern Love Machine, the Modern sis-in-law and myself, I was the only one to finish my meal).
  • Eating pita chips for dinner on Saturday proceeded by drinking about four glasses of wine and a cocktail.
  • Seeing 3 a.m. on Sunday
  • Getting up at 8 a.m. Sunday for Easter Mass
  • Eating chicken and waffles for Easter brunch
  • Spending five hours on the couch watching the Masters
  • Staying up late to finish homework that I neglected all weekend.

chicken and waffles, chez liberty, knoxville

Yeah, this may not sound like a lot to some of you who do this on a regular basis, but going from zero to 60 is not the smartest idea when it comes to weekend indulgence. I sort of screamed at my clock radio this morning when it popped on (and then screamed again when I discovered it’s pledge drive week at the local NPR station). It took about three cups of coffee and an Advil to get me going this morning. I’ve met many tasks at work today with a “this is making my head hurt.”

Baby steps.

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9 Responses to Weekend warrior

  1. Andrea says:

    Ha, sounds like lots of epic weekend fun. You’ll have to learn to pace yourself 😉

  2. Mac B from Tennessee says:

    I find that I have to choose between staying up past midnight on friday or saturday. Doing both either leads to doing nothing worthwhile on Sunday or a failure to launch situation come monday morning.

    You can never go wrong with chicken and waffles. Ever.

  3. Ally says:

    I work in the Old City. I manage the Urban Bar so I see 3 a.m. on a Sunday every weekend. Unfortunately it is because I am working.

    • We actually were at Urban Bar between 2:30-3 a.m. At that point I had stopped drinking though and was just trying to corral some friends. Next time I’m in there I’ll say hi.

  4. katelin says:

    sounds like my kind of weekend and definitely the best kind of way to get back to enjoying them, ha. also those chicken and waffles look intense but oh so delicious.

  5. The Tomato Head is still one of my favorite restaurants ever. I’m swinging by Knoxville en route to Virginia next week and will definitely be stopping there for lunch!

    Cheers to having your weekends back =)

  6. courtney says:

    That sounds AWESOME. You’ll get used to living the good life soon enough!

    Duuuuuude, I miss Tomato Head.

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