Sunday, July 21, 2013

What Hard Work Smells Like

After my run yesterday, I decided I wanted to make the Biggest Loser white chicken chili recipe. I've had it pinned on Pinterest for a while and I had everything on hand for the recipe but the chicken broth so I went to the store.  When I came out of the store, I had the horrifying insect-related experience to end all horrifying insect-related experiences.

I put my groceries in the car and started to pull out of the parking lot when I glanced at my windshield and noticed something dark just above the windshield wipers.  It took a second for my mind to process what I was looking at, but once it did there was panic and horror.  Not only was there something on my window, but that something was moving.  Ants. What must have been hundreds of ants.  On my windshield.  And that was the moment I knew my life was in peril because they were going to get inside the car somehow and eat me alive like on one of those freak nature accident shows.  Okay, so maybe that's a bit melodramatic, but I hate bugs of all sizes and descriptions and there were just so many of them and my skin was crawling and it was truly awful. I turned on my windshield wipers and killed most of them with the spray stuff you use to clean your windshield, but there were still about ten of them running around my windshield by the time I got back to my building.  I'm still not over it a day later.  

Despite my horrifying experience, I managed to get my groceries in and make my chili.  It was delicious, but it didn't really taste like chili to me.  It was more of a tortilla soup so I added taco seasoning to the base recipe and wasn't mad at the Annie's Cheddar Bunnies that went for a swim in my bowl.  Adding actual tortilla chips would have been a good decision too, but those bunnies just weren't taking no for an answer.  You know how it is with cheddar bunnies.

Since my knee was still feeling good today I ate breakfast and headed down to the fitness center to run 3 miles.  The run was great, but I realized about 2 miles in that I wasn't wearing real deodorant. So, if you are the guy who got on the treadmill beside me and then moved over a treadmill two seconds later, I apologize.  I did a quick pit check after my run and I'm not saying I smelled like roses, but real talk, buddy?  That's just what hard work smells like and I am not ashamed.

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