"Could we have kippers for breakfast, Mummy Dear, Mummy Dear?
They have to have them in Texas 'cause everyone's a millionaire"
Well, it's not exactly kippers and I'm certainly no millionaire, but it is Texas and I'm having fish for breakfast. Not because I'm English, but because I'm cheap. Breakfast this morning is my last meal at The Closet before setting out to Dallas for shopping and sushi with Pebbles and Slater, an overnight stay with them and then on to The Alamo City for a work trip. And fish doesn't hold and it's not sushi grade, so breakfast it is.
I actually grew up having fish for breakfast sometimes. In the PNW, there is a large Scandinavian population, so salted cod in cream gravy over toast or biscuits wasn't unheard of. It's all a matter of what you get used to - and I got used to cream gravy, no matter what the other contents! I will not be fixing creamed gravy anything - just the usual tilapia. And if I putter around on this computer long enough, it will be brunch, not breakfast. Between the tilapia and the sushi later in the day, my mercury should be rising.....
Had a wonderful morning this morning. Slept a bit late, knowing I wasn't going to meeting this morning - I went last night instead. Today is the Cowtown Marathon and driving in the city until after noon is pure folly. I headed over to the gym this morning and the 5k people were running right by me on their way from the start of the race. So I stood and cheered for them, just a lone weirdo, clapping for them as they went by - and I did not care one whit. I did the same thing after my run at the gym, as the half-marathoners were running by the front of The Closet on their way back downtown to their finish. I needed more cowbell, however.
My very first race was the Cowtown 5K, four years ago this very weekend. I'll to go back and read my entries from that time - I can't access them from here. Pebbles ran it with me, which was just awesome. I'll have to remind her of that today. Her Momma can still crank out a 5K, can she? It was an amazing thing for me to complete. I was so proud of myself and so I get a good deal of joy hearing about others' excitement and experiences running their first group race like that. I'm heading over to Shelley's blog to read about her experience last night.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind others. Share in their joy.