As soon as I got off work, I drove to my dad's to hop on the treadmill. It was incredibly foggy and extra cold on the beach, so I knew I would not be able to force myself outside to have my fingers freeze and my stuffy nose run down my face, so I opted for the treadmill again. I was only going to go for a short 30-40 minute run, but it got to 45 minutes somehow and then I thought, an hour is only 15 minutes away and just went for it. Most of my run was at a 2.0 incline, but I bumped it up to 5.0 for 10 minutes and 8.0 for ten minutes. I am terrified of the hill climb in this race, so if I'm not running outside, I've got to get some incline in. Running this long was probably a bad idea, because when I hopped off the treadmill, my nose was even more stuffed and I sounded like a 6-pack-a-day smoker. My dad walked into the house when I had finished and told me I sounded horrible and that he would give me a hug, but he didn't want to get sick. It was about then that I admitted defeat and have been telling people I'm sick and just want to lay in bed all day tomorrow.
Say Yes To The Dress in the background. Silly TV is on at 2:30 in the afternoon.
The kitchen mess.
Finished product. Not as pretty as the recipe picture.
Paired it with a salad.
The mushrooms have grown extra large today. My mom finally noticed them and got really excited and called everyone into the living room. Old news, mom, thank you. It was really cute how excited she was. They are super pretty. It makes me kind of sad that there are only 3 of them that we will probably be able to eat. Boy thinks they probably weren't packaged correctly, so they aren't growing the way they are supposed to.
Now my eyelids are heavy and I can't concentrate on anything except for the fact that I can't breathe correctly through my right nostril. I'm going to curl up under my covers and wait for the boy to get here to cuddle.