You Know It's Spring When...

...chub rub makes it's first appearance!

The day brought fantastic temps and I just had to pull out the shorts for this run today. But alas, the one lone item that didn't find it's way into my bag this morning was my body glide. Ok, um, does this mean my inner thighs have gotten fatter since last shorts season??? Whatever the case, no amount of chafing could have put a damper on my run this afternoon. 6 miles at a tempo pace (for me anyway) and loads of people in the park make for a very enjoyable run. I saw the most adorable little girl in bright green rubber boots walking along the path with her mom and I just HAD to tell her how sassy she looked! Everyone else I passed looked so happy, so thankful for that huge change in the weather. My one sister always jokes with me when we run-she says I turn into a much nicer person when I run...saying hello to anyone I pass or waving if I'm currently battling a hill of some sort. Running makes me feel nicer. Too bad my husband can't just continually have me running to stay that way-he would benefit the most for sure.

After my 6 I met Pier a little later for her 4. She couldn't join me earlier since her "mom-ly" duties had other plans for her after work. But nonetheless, she worked around her other obligations and I met her at her house later in the evening. The great run from before just continued on with her. But by mile 2.5 I was realizing that I was starving...I mean STARVING! And since I was just in Pier's house earlier today I knew exactly what was there-my all time favorite, my all time love, and also my all time nemesis...peanut butter. I've found that I can't be left alone with peanut butter-it's not good for me and it certainly isn't good for the peanut butter...cuz it doesn't stand a chance against me and my trusty spoon-jars have perished in my presence (it's no wonder I have chub rub!). Anyway, that's all I could think of! Two slices of wheat bread with peanut butter and a glass of cold chocolate milk (hey, it's soy...I can consider it healthy)!

So we got back and sat in her kitchen and chatted as I hoovered up my delicious post run snack. Her daughter joined us and I once again was reminded of how much I look up to Pier as a mother. She and my oldest sister always come to mind-both were single moms for the majority of their children's lives and they turned out absolutely fantastic kids. I can only hope I can do the same someday...hopefully the common denominator isn't the singlehood-I think George would have a problem with that.