Gateway

This morning I went for a run in the fog before work. The early hours are not as light as they were earlier in the summer; still, there will be even less morning light later, so just enjoy it, ok Atlantica? Today I ran as fast and hard as I could. Couldn't keep up with the cyclists.

Last night I took a yoga class. Our teacher has returned from teacher training with a new bag of tricks which made for a challenging class for my quads and shoulders and basically my entire body. It feels marvelous to be in touch with my muscles and endorphins after a winter of couch potatoism brought on by persistent knee pain and, let's face it, relationship-motivated laziness. Yep, I'll admit my relationship motivated me to do almost nothing. I like to push myself, which meant rising early Sunday morning to run while dude complained about my leaving him alone in bed. At times, when the sadness and disappointment ease up, I wonder what I ever saw in him.

I giggled this morning when I heard the radio guy call bacon a gateway meat. A gateway to what? Bacon double cheeseburgers? Bacon bras?

Sushi FAIL

We stopped at the Superstore in Espanola to pick up camping groceries and dinner. We bought some salads and trays of premade sushi.

Back at the car, T. ate one roll and laughed, saying this was the worst sushi she'd ever tasted! Gummy rice, weak wasabi, flavorless ginger. Looks delicious though, right? Maybe we ate the plastic maki models by mistake.