Dear Thighs,
I want to thank you. There's not a time in my life -- even when I was little -- that I didn't get how strong you are. I've also known that strength comes with some size making it sometimes difficult to buy pants. But, I've always forgiven you because I've thought it was cool to be so strong.
Hey, thanks for not letting me down yesterday on that run. You carried me well. Actually, "well" is an understatement. I'll rephrase: Thank you for carrying me 21 minutes faster than planned. That made me feel like a stud. Apparently, though, it made you need to burn last night. And, I do mean burn. But, that was understandable.
I further thank you for letting the burn subside by this morning. No ice, no heat, no medication required, just rest. I can feel you, but I don't feel you. And, for that, I thank you for all you've done.
Most appreciative, The Puppy Pacer
Hey, while I'm at the correspondence ...
Dear Weather People,
I'm not the first to say I'd be fired from my job if I were as wrong as often as you. But, am I really at liberty to complain when I used your forecast to my advantage and ran yesterday so as to rest today?
I don't know what to do with you.
Sincerely, Enjoying Rest Day
"I'm enjoying it, too, mommy. You didn't leave me this morning and there are snow flakes drifting ... how |
For breakfast:
I got a brainstorm yesterday and decided to make shamrock shaped pancakes! Wahoo!! |
These were a hit and a blast to make! |
The soyrizo discolored the green eggs, but that was okay. It was a super fun way to start the drizzly day! |
So sweet! (both the fam and the shakes!) |
And, then there's dinner. Before the rundown, let me just note that the traditional St. Pat's Day dinner is disgusting dating back to when I had to eat it as a kid. It = Corned Beef. As a kid, I put as much mustard on it as I could tolerate so as to drown its flavor and choke it down. As an adult, I get to decide that I will not have any of it. But, my
Corned beef and beer: Two clear give-aways that this is Aaron's plate, not mine. |
There's mine ... double the artichoke, double the fun! (It's also double the big-time fiber which means double the morning time allotment to ensure, um, being ready to run. Just. Sayin'.) |
Oh, artichoke, how I love you ... |
I even splurged for the hollandaise, and its turnout was perfection! Of course, it also had to be green. |
PC#3 is putting together a science experiment using potatoes, so we used the leftovers for some mash-on-the-side. |
For years, the traditional dessert has been green M&Ms ... |
That's a happy part-Irish dude, isn't it? (The one in the beer mug hat, not the one in the underwear.) |
Of course, we had a clean-up helper. She was very busy with her licker (which is much different from having liquor) but graced me with a quick pic:
"We're not running, mommy. I can look all you need." |
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