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Mostly about beef and beer. And pie.


I woke up at 5:45 this morning feeling pretty craptacular. My throat was scratchy, my legs felt achy, and even my eyeballs hurt. I shut my alarm off, deciding that today was going to be my day off instead of tomorrow. Even though I am marathon-recovering, I would call it an active recovery. I’ve been doing some light exercise each day to keep that healing blood flowing through my muscles. Also, I feel a little very much batshit crazy when I don’t exercise. It IS my stress relief. I couldn’t imagine thinking “Well I ran a marathon so I am going to sit on my ass for two weeks.” I’d lose my mind (what’s left of it). But I also know when to listen to my body and when it said “Girl, you trippin’!” this morning, I went back to sleep.

Part of the reason I may not have been feeling so hot was the beef-fest Tawnya and I had last night (and no, it didn’t involve Canadian strip clubs… this time). Tawnya is my very good friend and potential Amazing Race partner. I once tricked Tawnya into running an 8K but she mostly likes to Zumba which I mostly like to make fun of. I think the last time I went out for food and drinks sans children and Lovah was last December(!!!) when Tawnya and I went to Pearl Street in Buffalo (BEST. BURGER. EVER.). This time we headed to Dinosaur BBQ in Rochester because a) it’s casual and 2) it’s BBQ. We had to wait 45 minutes but any mom out for the night doesn’t mind that at all–that’s 45 more minutes she doesn’t have to wipe an ass or nose or kitchen counter.

We grabbed some bar stools by the men’s bathroom and ordered beers with the suave, sophisticated finesse of someone who hasn’t gone out socially EVER. When we were seated at our table (bonus points for getting a booth!) we were starving (and sick of seeing the backs of men at urinals). It’s hard smelling all that delish BBQ for so long and not being able to eat it! (It’s a shame you can’t eat air smells; scientists should really get on that.) I got the BBQ Reuben (sliced brisket topped with coleslaw, melted cheese, and Bar-B-Blues dressing) and Tawnya got the Chopped Brisket Melt (brisket tossed with BBQ sauce, sautéed onions, and melted cheddar on a pressed Cuban roll). My original plan was to eat half and then bring the rest home for My Lovah but it was just too good to be selfless.

Because we never get a chance to gorge ourselves, we HAD to get dessert. And we HAD to send a picture to My Lovah to taunt him.

I had some cheesecake concoction (left) that included fudge and marshmallows and Tawnya’s dessert was basically a brick of peanut butter. Nice.

But I because I am not a total jerk, I saved a bite (literally) for My Lovah.

The picture is blurry because I was laughing when I took it. Also, my Zach Morris phone is a piece of shit.

On the heels of all that excitement, today I was invited to join a BUNCO group and to buy things at a Lia Sophia party. This means I might start being very social and may actually have to write stuff in my DayRunner (besides Sue’s menstrual cycle). BUNCO sounds like one of those Red Hat Society things, but apparently it involves winning money and drinking adult beverages so consider me down with the granny games. I’ll probably develop a gambling addiction and stop running altogether and start leaving my kids in the car at the casino, but for now I’ve got bike/abs scheduled for tomorrow and 6-8 miles on tap for Sunday.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. 10/14/2011 3:03 PM

    Best. Blog. Evah. That food was super D licious, you forgot my 16 dollars in gold dabloons though..

    • Suzanne permalink*
      10/14/2011 3:06 PM

      Ugh, I CANNOT believe I forgot to mention the $16 Susan B’s. I suck.

  2. 10/30/2011 10:19 AM

    If I ever ran a marathon, that would be my excuse to never exercise ever again and to eat whatever crap I want.

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