After 12 consecutive days of workouts, something finally got in the way that couldn’t be helped.
Heidi called to let me know she was coming home for the evening and I knew I needed to make a dinner. I asked her what she’d like and Amish casserole was mentioned.
“I really don’t like Amish casserole,” Jack said.
“Well…I’m the guest and I’m special and dad’s going to make what I want,” Heidi replied.
Jack likes my Chicken Alfredo Fettuccini, so I drove to Heinen’s on the way home and bought the ingredients to make both. I thought I’d ride the bike after dinner, so everything would work out okay.
And it would have if I’d remembered that Reza, a runner I’d coached several years earlier while he was in high school, hadn’t been stopping over for visit. We talked until ten and then Heidi and I put ‘Dances with Wolves’ on and began watching. She’d never seen the movie and was captivated. I’ve seen it ten times, but it’s my favorite and I never tire of the story. We didn’t finish it since I needed to get to bed for an early drive to Warren through what could be the winter’s last storm, but planned to do so sometime soon.
So…no workout and maybe a few too many calories. It’s okay, though. There is a difference between the me that was simply blowing workouts off and this situation. I’ll be back at it tomorrow without a doubt and maybe pull a double. Before the day is over, I’ll likely have a load of snow to push, as well.
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