If I am not currently out running the streets of Chicago, listening to my iPod at an obnoxiously loud level, you all have permission to kick my ass to the pavement.
Last night’s 7-mile run turned into dinner with friends and giant, delicious, buttercream-iced cookie from Sweet Mandy B’s.
That place is delicious. Just walking through the door puts me in a better mood.
It also deters me from my half marathon training.
I realize that this is counterproductive, especially considering how beautiful and perfect the weather’s been, running wise.
In fact, I passed a lot of joggers in Lincoln Park.
Almost makes me feel like I ran right along side them.
Except we know that’s not the case.
When I returned home from my guilty but fun jaunt about town, JW was just getting in from his own 7-mile run.
I handed him a snickerdoodle and hoped we were even.
I suspect we are.
Today, freshly medicated and ready to kick these allergies to the curb, I’m determined to run at least four miles, lay off the cookies, make a dinner that involves mostly vegetables, and finish the evening with some serious yoga.
Even two out of four would be a massive improvement, if we’re being honest.
We’ll see where this day takes us, won’t we?
Enjoy this delicious weather, chickadees.