Nothing exciting today, no culinary adventures or cuisine-related disasters to speak of. In fact I could probably struggle through these last two days with what I have left, but I'm bound and determined to make a vegetarian lasagna, I just didn't get around to it today.
For breakfast I had eggs with Caprese feta, tomatoes and basil, featured below in the least attractive breakfast photo known to man. I also had blueberries and yogurt, an oldie but a goodie.
After tennis practice I had a glass of milk and more Mexican lasagna:
(Do not be alarmed by the blurriness in the lower right-hand corner of the photo above. I discovered later that I zoomed in too closely on that lasagna and wound up with a little Mexican on my lens)
For dinner I had another glass of milk and a salad. Now that our tomatoes are ripe, all the veggies in my salad, save the onions, came from my own garden!
Whenever I run a race I always find that the last mile is the toughest, especially in the long ones. I can't help but think to myself, "I've come so far already, even if I stopped now it's still a huge accomplishment," or "I'm so close, why won't this stupid thing just end already?" I've been experiencing the same emotions the last couple days, but I always finish my races and I will make it to Thursday morning without cheating. And unlike in many races, I will not be so disoriented that I can't find the finish line.
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