Last Tuesday, my mom came into the city to get Bailey. I was supposed to go to the beach on Wednesday, and then I was going to head up to Maine on Friday morning.
I ended up getting a call that afternoon for the freelance gig Iâ€™ve been at for the past week, and Iâ€™m heading to Philly for the Healthy Living Summit this Friday, so heâ€™s been in NJ since last Wednesday.
Iâ€™ve missed that little dude, so I hopped on the train tonight to head home to see him. And my parents, too, I guess.
We went to my favorite NJ restaurant, Portobello.
My mom is really good at always finding a reason to cheers, so tonight we cheers-ed to my recent races and the freelance gig.
They brought us out salad, and my dad and I split our favorite appetizer, mozzarella and carrozza. Itâ€™s basically a fried Italian grilled cheese with mozzarella, and itâ€™s pretty amazing, especially since I only have it once every few months.
For my entrÃ©e, I got farfalle with lobster and sundried tomatoes. It was good, but something was definitely a bit off.
I was pretty bummed the sprint tri didnâ€™t give out medalsâ€¦
â€¦so my mom got a medal made for me, which she gave me at dinner!
Bailey got a medal, too. Heâ€™s not quite as accomplished an athlete as his buddy Murphy, but he definitely joins me for 3-mile jaunts when the weather is temperate, so he earned his little medal, too.
What would you cheers to tonight?
And what distance do you consider legit enough to earn a medal?