Last night’s Seder was a success.
And yes, we had to improvise on the Seder plate by using a sushi platter. Hence, the shrimp part.
What I learned about myself today? That I am a cranky-pants if I move my bod TOO much. What is too much? Probably nine miles. But first, back the truck up. I went for a run this morning and did about four miles. Whatever. Normal. And then I had plans to walk around one of the lakes with the ladies. Mads, Ems and I hit Lake of the Isles and then realized on our walk back, that we had to walk a mile to and from the lake. A lovely jaunt around Lake Calhoun turned into a mid-day volksmarch. Now I’m just sore and over the world.
In addition to training to travel the Oregon Trail by foot, I managed to hit Al’s for breakfast this morning with Jess (because The Jose is SO kosher for Passover), and we colored eggs this afternoon.
Marcus and I also grilled a giant platter of kabobs for dinner.
Most of which, not shockingly, ended up in tupperware in the fridge.
Hopefully I don’t get my butt kicked by Easter tomorrow.