Woke up at 6:30 today to get in a 16 miler. Didn't happen.
The Chicago lakefront path can get rather busy in the summer with bikers, runners, tourists, training groups, and small children and dogs wondering all over the place. For some crazy reason, they all like to come out to this beautiful path on Saturday mornings in large crowds...maybe it's Fleet Feet's overly sweetened free Gatorade that attracts them all. This causes people to become extra aggressive for their personal space. After being intentionally ran into by a woman who didn't want to let me pass after she called me a few less then ladylike names I decided to shut the run down. I'll just have to get up tomorrow morning at the ugly hour of 5 am to get in my long run in a somewhat peaceful setting on that path.
So I did what any savvy runner would do with 45 spare minutes in the morning...I made monkey bread. Yes that good ole American staple that offers no nutritional value but will fulfill your sugar, fat, and calorie intake with two bites of the stuff.
Why do they call it monkey bread? Is it because you pick off the pieces and shove it into your mouth like a monkey? I could eat this entire thing in 5 minutes.
On another note, I feel like a bad puppy momma today. One of my pups thought that I was opening the sliding glass door this morning when I wasn't and walked into it full force and knocked his little head. He made a little squeal noise and has been moping around the house ever since, I think he now has a headache. Poor guy with a pea sized brain.