Pardon my brief absence, this weekend, one of my nearest and dearest friends, Alexa Wilde (formerly Terry) got married. SO I took the tour to the bustling metropolis of Reidsville, NC. Reidsville is a cool little town, kinda close to Greensboro, and the Terry home is beautiful. Additionally, Charles and Tish, the parents of the bride, have acted like something of my parents away from home – if I showed up to their home in the middle of the night, they would take me in, feed me, and refuse to allow me to leave until I was back on my feet.
Alexa and I have been friends since Elon University, when we both were members of this sweet a cappella group. And before you act like a hot dog wiener and make fun of us for being all Pitch Perfect, we were so amazing, so don’t be a hater. So anyhoo, Alexa got murried. And I’d be lying like a snake if I told you I didn’t ramp up my workouts and healthy eating the week or two before. The thought of appearing in wedding photos that will be in a person’s memory forever is terrifying to me. I don’t want to be the one screw-up in a picture that the bride like is still making fun of 25 years later, when she’s explaining to her kids who the sweaty buffalo was. So I threw in a few extra cycling classes and made sure I didn’t eat anything that might make me all puffy in the photos.
So being the naturally anxious person I was, I did the best thing I knew to do to make sure I wouldn’t drive anyone nuts with my anxious pacing, the morning of the wedding. I packed my running clothes, and a pair of sneaks, and hit the (super country) road. I decided to actually run to the barn where Alexa was getting married to check a few things out.
I cruised up to the field first, where you can see that the sky was lookin a little weird, and a few chairs were set up. (Spoiler alert! The rain held off for us to get our girl married!)
And then I headed over to the barn. From the outside, it looked like a barn. But it was magic. Deer antlers. Old artwork. Furniture. A bluegrass band. I ran around a few times, then headed back to the house, where we did all of the girly fun wedding prep stuff. I truly feel like scheduling a workout before you put on fancy clothes is the best way to make sure you feel awesome in your clothes. I don’t care if you’re 500 pounds, running before you put on a fancy dress makes you feel like Tyra in the photos.
So me, my date, and the bride. We had a blast. We didn’t stop dancing. And we sent our girl off in style. I’m so happy for our friend, and even happier that I was able to squeeze a run in in such a beautiful little town.
As a side note, disasters don’t just happen for the bride the day of a wedding. Examples?
- I didn’t pack any underwear except the ones I was wearing. None. I had one pair for the entire weekend.
- I forgot the appropriate undergarments for my dress and had to borrow some from the brides amazing mother.
- The orange cat I’m cat-sitting ate ALL of the food I put out for him in the first 5 minutes of me being gone, I’m assuming because he vomited on my bed. Or someone else’s cat broke into my apartment simply in order to vomit on my bed. Either way. There’s cat vomit on my bed. I’m totally not going to include a photo of that here. Some things have to remain sacred, ya know?
So congratulations Alexa and Colt Wilde! Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your special day. And welcome home, Cherisse, time to wash the sheets!