Last night, we celebrated my grandma’s 77th birthday with dinner at Canal View and a delicious chocolate cake from Wegmans.
That’s our version of 77—“76 plus 1.”
What a great evening!
Workout – Bike-Run Brick Run
Originally, a bike-run brick workout was on the docket for today, but the weather had other ideas. With showers all morning and afternoon plus a tornado watch beginning at 3 p.m., a ride wasn’t going to happen. (Note to self: Get bike trainer ASAP.) Instead, I swapped today’s multisport workout for Thursday’s 30-minute run; I’ll complete the brick tomorrow and bump my final pre-DeRuyter Lake Triathlon OWS to Thursday. Anyway, I hopped on the treadmill for half an hour this morning, and it wasn’t bad. Definitely not my best run ever, but far from the worst.
Soaking in sweat, I knew a cold morning meal would hit the spot; after rummaging around the fridge and freezer, I compiled a yogurt bowl.
Come to think of it, this mess looks more like a deconstructed parfait.
Banana slices and frozen blueberries lined the bottom, Greek yogurt comprised the middle layer, and Fiber One cereal, Seitenbacher muesli, and more banana slices topped the mixture.
My mom and I met my dad at Zabroso’s this afternoon. I’ve been to this Spanish eatery once before—many, many years ago, and I loved it—so I had high hopes. Unfortunately, though, lunch was a bust.
All three of us ordered the chicken and rice special, but it wasn’t good. Chicken and I are acquaintances—I don’t love it, but I’ll eat it if no other health options and/or protein sources are available—but this dish didn’t exactly help our trying friendship. There was barely any meat on the bones, and the chicken that was present lacked flavor. I ate two pieces and half of the rice before throwing in the towel; it just wasn’t worth it.
After a disappointing lunch, a more substantial snack was in order.
First, I sliced an apple and microwaved it for one minute. Next, I added some cinnamon and 1/4 cup instant oats, 1/2 cup water, and zapped the combo for another minute. Topped with a heaping spoonful of peanut butter, this hit the spot.
OK, so changing gears a bit, you know how I found a big-girl apartment in New York City this weekend? (Here are the recaps, part one and two.) So, I received more paperwork this morning via email, and one of the forms listed restricted dog breeds.
Luckily, the building is greyhound friendly, which means Zelda can visit.
Do you have any pets? Did you have any growing up? Does your building allow pets? (Is this list normal for an NYC apartment? Just curious.)