Pie and the Tri

It’s almost here – this Sunday. I have my Tri Suit. It’s supposed to be 67 and rain. Not a problem. I’ve run a half-marathon… in the snow… my torso covered in a hefty bag to keep dry… all uphill… in snow shoes… and snow pants… heehee. The snow and trash bag part are true, but the snow wasn’t too bad – it was the freezing temperature that was not so fun. So 67 degrees is almost ideal – comparatively. Plus, cooler weather means I won’t be as likely to pass out and die when I hit the run. I’d like to not die on Sunday.

So, my precious friend Emily delivered a tasty delight yesterday afternoon – a strawberry rhubarb pie – STILL. WARM. Still! Warm! I saw it in her palms as my middle child opened the door, and immediatley my taste buds got their party on. ON! This pie is wicked good, and she brought it 3 days before the triathlon. My “glass-half-empty-self” curses her – because I want to eat the whole pie. What kind of athlete eats a whole pie 3 days beofre a race? Wait, I’m not an athlete… I just play one on T.V. No, that’s not right… I digress…

So my “glass-half-full-self” is dancing the “happy food dance” because – Yay! I’ll just burn it off on Sunday! I will be fueled by strawberries (healthy), rhubarb (healthy), flour (carbs), and sugar (more carbs) Perfect. Simply purrrrfect…

Wish me luck