The gym was closed on Sunday because of Easter, and it was a beautiful day here in the big TC, so I decided to go around Lake of the Isles. My original plan was to walk around it. Derek would, meanwhile, be riding bikes. Anywhosits, I got all my workout gear on, strapped on my heart rate monitor, attached my footpod (it measures distance and pace and stuff) and headed out the front door.
At this point, I was barked at viciously by this totally adorable little tiny puppy that lives in our neighborhood. I think he might be like a little weiner dog, but black (do weiner dogs come in black?) and he seems to have a barking fit whenever he sees a person. His somewhat embarassed owner had to pick him up while I passed, presumeably so the little guy didn't TOTALLY ATTACK!!! I couldn't help laughing.
The lake is about 3/4 of a mile away from our house. About the time I started walking around the lake itself, I decided that I was chilly (it was sunny, but apparently not quite warm enough out) and that when my watch showed that I'd gotten to 1 mile, I'd run for "oh, I don't know, maybe a quarter mile?"
Just enough to warm up, anyways.
So I stared jogging. A quarter mile came and went, and I felt pretty good. I kept giving myself little goals ("maybe another half mile?") and then I'd look down at my watch and see that I'd gone past my goal while I wasn't looking. By the time I got back to the street I take back home, I'd run 2.47 miles. I had to stop running because I got to my exit, not because I was totally out of running. I thought fleetingly of continuting on around the lake again, but I knew for sure that I'd get part of the way around and then be very bummed out that I was on the wrong side of the lake, a few miles from home, and very, very tired.
All of this is only impressive if you know that 2 1/2 miles non-stop is roughly 1 mile further than I've ever run non-stop before, and I haven't acutally run at all in several months. I'm sure it's all of the classes I've been going to at the gym, but I'd like to give a little extra credit to Ignition Jump Rope. 25 minutes of jumping. Intense stuff.
Ironically, the running I did on Sunday made Ignition Jump Rope way harder on Monday.
After I got home and cleaned up and stuff, I started on our Sunday tacos. We had them as a snack mid-afternoon. I used the dessert taco shell recipe from that other blog (too lazy to link right now) and made "fruit salsa" by chopping and mixing up strawberries, blueberries, pear, and orange. Thinking back, I feel like there was another fruit in there, but I can't think of what it might have been now. Anyways, the fruit salsa was over ice cream and drizzled with caramel sauce.
It made a lovely snack. I made a cheese plate to go along with it. Then we napped. Then we played Portal 2. It was rad, obviously. Then we went out for sushi at Midori's Floating World Cafe. I really like everything I've eaten there, they have a very nice tea menu, and I think it's maybe the best name for a resteraunt ever. If it was a book title, I'd read it right away without even glancing at the back cover.
Monday, after a full day of work and working out, I came home to Derek telling me that he'd decided we should go out for dinner.
I sighed with relief.
He even had a place in mind.
He even had a place in mind.
Another sigh, this one because neither of us had to say, "I don't care, where do you wanna go?"
What a great guy.
So we went to Pineda Tacos on Lake Street. It was An Experience.
It's sort of set up Chipotle-style, with a long bar that you start at one end of, and tell them what you want in your taco/burrito/enchilada/etc. Unlike Chipotle, beef tounge is a meat option. I got 3 tacos; beef and onion, chicken in green sauce, and chicken in tomato sauce. All 3 topped with onion, cilantro, and mild salsa. They were delicious. Every kind I tried was flavorful and interesting and a little spicy but not too much. Derek liked all of his kinds, too. He got beef and onion, regular beef, and spicy chicken, all with hot sauce. All of it served with rice and refried beans.
After you pay for your meal, you can go into the next room where there are tables. It's a strange selection of tables and booths, like they were purchased at fast food restaurant garage sales. The dining room's walls were white plastic paneling. At about seated shoulder height running around the room were weird orange stains on the walls, like there used to be something glued to the wall there. A strange array of pictures lined the walls (think motivational poster next to Christmas themed mini-Thomas Kinkade print). It smelled a little like a bowling alley.
I was totally into all of it. Put together, it's a strange and awesome experience filled with delicious tacos.
I'm starting to feel like we're running out of time. We'll probably be going out a lot this week, because there are several places we'd still like to get to during this 30 days. I suppose we could keep going into next month, but it won't be the same.
Looking at the clock, I see it's about time for me to get ready for work. Thanks, all, for tuning in today. I'll type atcha again soon.
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