I forced Billy to be my twinner yesterday. Our sports medicine doctor gave us these shirts on Friday. I really am starting to wonder why I buy any other clothes besides tshirts and workout clothes, Monday is always a wake-up call when I am forced to wear a skirt and a ‘nice’ shirt. Maybe if I just tucked that shirt into a pencil skirt I could get away with it.
When my mom asked Billy how he was so good at acting so so sad, he said it was actually natural this time.
I personally think we look really cute being twinners together. Maybe he is just sad because he is wearing a BYU hat and they were absolutely slaughtered on Saturday by their rivals. The sadness has nothing to do with me forcing him to match and take a picture for the world to see.
We love going to my aunt’s house for dinner because she always goes full out. She is a health lover and believes that everyday should involve cheese and chocolate. We get along well. She also ran the Top of Utah Marathon (my all time favorite race) on Saturday…..that is THREE marathons in THREE months and she is doing the St. George Marathon on Oct. 1. Not going to lie….I am just a lil’ bit jealous:)
She made whole wheat noodles with marinera and chicken sausage SMOTHERED in cheese.
As I was going along the buffet stuffing my plate full the parmesaen cheese dumped out too quickly, I was more than okay with it but then I started putting on my beloved ranch and bam……a fountain plopped out.
We were all talking about how we used to eat the ‘fat-free’ ranch and once we went back to the normal kind, we will never look back. I guess we shouldn’t be cheap and buy the store brand version because of the lack of easy squeeze bottle.
Please do not notice the red stuff on the side of my bowl, Billy tried to sneak a bite of my dessert and things got ugly. Don’t worry, I got him a bandaid after.
Okay, it really was from that piece of razzleberry pie hiding under the ice cream. Um, hello I rode a century on Saturday and clearly the three dozen cookies and costco sized bag of swedish fish didn’t properly refill my glycogen stores.
Good thing that my bum soreness from those silly two inch wide bike seats won’t effect my RUNNING this morning:) Seriously, once you are out of the running game because of injuries you appreciate every single mile after!
Anyone running the St. George Marathon? Anyone run it in the past? What did you think?
Did you fall into the ‘FAT-FREE EVERYTHING’ fad?
-Yep, freshmen year of college every single bottle/cheese/food that I bought had FAT FREE plastered all over it.
What was the WORST weather that you have ever run in?
-During my aunt’s race on Saturday it was HAILING! During a race in JUNE it snowed on me last year!
Do you serve your meals buffet style or do you pass the food around the table?