Although it was a great present, this chicken thought it was a rooster, but didn't know exactly how to be a rooster. Its internal clock was a little off. Every morning about an hour before the sun came up, that thing was cock-a-doodle-doing right outside our bedroom window.
I hated that chickenrooster.
But, I LOVE this rooster.
My life was so dull until Sriracha came in and spiced it up. I add it to everything, and plan to add it on some froyo during my next trip to Yogurtini.
My favorite rooster added a little flava to breakfast and lunch yesterday. I found a stray Garden Lite in my freezer and threw it in my bag to eat at work. (This is the bottle I keep in my office for lack-of-flavor-emergencies.)
After work I headed to a local community college to talk to pre-pharmacy students about my job. ( I ate some WW samples that I had in my car (5).) Talking to people who are working towards so many goals and plans is always inspiring and makes me feel a little inadequate. But that was just the motivation boost I needed to get some extra-side projects done.
I didn't get home until around very close to my bedtime (I am not going to admit how early that was). I inhaled dinner (leftovers) and dessert in 5 minutes.
As always, Thursday was sprint day. I really tried to increase my speed to 9.5 mph, but after one 30 second interval I thought I would fall off the treadmill and stuck to 9.0 for the remaining intervals. It was still a quick and sweaty 3 miles.
Thought for the day:
Daily points (31) + Running points (6) - eating points (37) = 0
Weekly points (49) - Mon (5) - Tues (10) + Wed (2) - Thurs (0) = 36