This morning My Coach had me run a slow three miles around the RV resort, so I laced up my Pegasus and hit the pavement in new running gear. I looked like a NIKE advertisement for their new hot line of maternity women's running apparel - including a pair of compression leggings that pushed all the fat from my entire lower extremities over the waistband to a perfect Costco-sized muffin top. I'm classy like that. I ran the first mile with Taylor Swift, but you all know how long her legs are. She is so young, and I could not keep up, so finished my jog with Cee Lo Green. That dood is more my speed.
Don't you just hate runners joggers who go on and on... and on about their workouts?
After our runs, and a little pool/hot tub time, we met Oregon friends, Marci & Jim for lunch in Old Town La Quinta at The Grill on Main, where I forgot to take photos of our beautiful friends or our beautiful salads.
Later, DT worked on Olympic Trials business and I continued my search of ingredients for the Pastitsio I am making and bringing to Los Angeles Sunday. Finally, after visiting four different grocers this week, every item required has been located. Why would anyone in their right mind attempt this multi-step (multi-pot) recipe in a RV kitchen?
Until my next update, I remain, your "not in her right mind" correspondent.
RV Park: Motorcoach Country Club - The Crown Jewel of Motorcoach Resorts. 400 sites, three pools, three spas, fitness center, golf, bocce ball, tennis, 2-mile waterway, fine-dining restaurant, bar, security, free wifi, planned activities, perfectly maintained. Sites for sale or rent.