This past weekend we had another bye week football-wise because of an issue with scheduling refs. I still had practice on saturday but sunday the Niff had extensive plans for us prior to watching football all sunday. Once the first game on sunday starts there is a permanent dent in my recliner. It is glorious.
Thinking back I'm not sure how she convinced me to do tempo runs with her given the fact that I was sore as hell from practice on saturday but I did it anyway and we had a good time. We ran about as fast as we could for a minute and then walked fast for two minutes and repeated.
For like 7 hours.
Ok, maybe not, maybe more like 40 minutes but when your legs feel like jell-o it feels like that long. We ran at a park down in Manchester through the woods on the trails and I'll admit that it was fun, even though I saw a 3 year old running faster than me at one point.
We hit up Jewel and the Beanstalk after for breakfast. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Talk about the hiddenest (that's a word now) gem of a breakfast place in all of Manchester. I had one of the specials (you ready for this?): Apple Crisp French Toast and Cheesy Eggs. Yes, it was as good as it sounds. And better.
After breakfast we went apple picking for the week. Rather than buy produce from the supermarket we try to hit farmer's markets if they are open or at the very least try to get apples from one of the orchards near where we live. I was worried they wouldn't have a lot of apples at first, most of the front rows were picked clean.
And then I saw it.
I've heard stories about it before. I've heard stories that you can pick it clean and the next day it happens to just be overflowing with apples again. I heard it's the original tree from the first seed that Johnny Appleseed dropped on the ground. I heard the apples give you special powers when you eat them.
I can't tell you where this tree is. It's something you need to find on your own, just like the Fountain of Youth. But I can tell you one thing.
All of the stories are true.
The rest of the day capped off what is perfection in my book: sitting on my fat ass, watching football and tracking fantasy football stats, screaming at the TV for the refs to throw a flag during the Cincy/Ravens game so I could be happy at the end of the night (Cincy was my dog in my old office pool), and eating vegetarian chili courtesy of the Niff. I wish I had more of the chili to fill my gut right now.
It was a full sunday but a great one at that. Including the running thing.