Breakfast date

Never underestimate the power of surprises, folks.  I thought I had my morning all planned out.  Drive to work, get a few projects done, meeting, lunch/speed work, 

meeting, meeting, done, home again.

The order was a bit screwed up.

ALLEGEDLY, it want speed work, meeting, drive to work, projects, meeting, meeting, lunch, more speed work, meeting, home.

Yup.  I got speed work in twice.  Says some people.

Meet my breakfast date.

3 minutes outta my driveway, I got a good morning m’am from Officer Friendly.  Yowtch.

He politely declined my offer for food and asked to carry a picture around of me

(for 10 minutes or so).

We didn’t get to have any donuts, but he did write me a love poem and ask to see me again in about 45 days (unless I wanted just a written relationship....I think I would rather see his smiling face again, though.  Don't tell the hubster.)

Crap.

And it’s all been downhill from there.

Although I did help my run speedwork later on.  As well as prepping for our next date.

I think I’m sticking to running and biking from now on.