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 I’ve been at for the past week, and I’m heading to Philly for the Healthy Living Summit this Friday, so he’s been in NJ since last Wednesday.

I’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. It’s basically a fried Italian grilled cheese with mozzarella, and it’s pretty amazing, especially since I only have it once every few months.

For my entrée, 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 didn’t give out medals…

…so my mom got a medal made for me, which she gave me at dinner!

Bailey got a medal, too. He’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?