Today, I did a very hard uphill 45 on the upright bike at the gym. Ryan ran on a treadmill behind me. It was the kind of workout that left me sore. My back, my thighs. I love it.
Nothing is better, after a tough workout, than coming home to an easy supper.
Thanks to my lunch-time handiwork, all I needed to do was chop up some romaine for salads and reheat the pasta.
My salad gets almonds.
He likes walnuts.
We watched the Hornets-Magic game while we had dinner. I was rooting for Magic, considering we had enough of New Orleans yesterday. :p
Do you eat at the table or in front of the television?