So, here I am, in my black patent leather heels, my pearl necklace, pearl bracelets, and pearl earrings, my black dress with the black patent leather belt, with a white cardigan... a grandmother just having returned from Easter Morning Mass - the holiest day in Christianity. And I will have to deal with a man who knows me mainly based on my reputation of crazy crap I did over 20 years ago. Wonderful.
The "run" yesterday was actually a walk. I opted to join the race walkers. They were more my speed. I am so injured and torn up from running (and aging) I don't know how I can possibly run a marathon, but I do believe there is a good chance I can race walk one. How pitiful is that? It is damaging to my pride, but it might be good for my body. It certainly was fun. I really liked the other ladies - they are all younger than me, of course. But they are fit and they have done lots of races and we had lots to talk about. I am actually going to sign up and pay money to do this thing. It is a hard thing for me to say that going it alone isn't working out so well for me - I think I'll try it your way. But clearly, in my life, the best things have happened to me when I have done just that.
I better go get started on the eggs benedict. I make the most divine hollandaise sauce! When given the choice of ham, lamb, or any other Easter dinner, my daughters asked to have a brunch of eggs benedict instead. Sounds good to me.
Have a Happy Easter everyone.