He doesn't know it's gone I'm sure. But I just realized that I'm eating Troy's sandwich. I'm almost through with it, or I would have given it back to him.
You see, every morning I make two sandwiches for T and one for me. His are usual a variety, one pb&j and one pimento cheese, one turkey and one ham, when i'm feelin' lazy he gets two of the same. I always get the same: pb&j. I imagine when I'm 80 I'll still be eating a pb&j for lunch everyday. Today, I was trying to get rid of leftovers so we both got turkey all the way around. But on mine, I put alot less turkey and add swiss with a splash of honey mustard. His has loads of turkey, pepper jack cheese, spicy mustard and a dash of pepper.
I knew my sandwich looked big for my sandwich container (Yes, this really what I take every day) but it wasn't until I was halfway through and bit into a large amount of pepper that I realized that I had the wrong sandwich.
Now he's got my good sandwich, plus one of his yucky sandwiches. Not sure who got the short end of the stick on this one.
Probably me, because T would eat a 3 week old sandwich...as long as he washed his hands first :)
T: hope you enjoy the sandwich.
In other running news, I've been keeping up with my schedule so far. Adding 3 days of weights a week, and I must say I'm looking a little hotter :) Last night, in the middle of 4 miles when I tasted what could have been left over snack mix, or a little bit of throw up, I thought I'd call it quits. Then I decided that my new motto was gonna be "don't ever give up." I know. Not super original but it got me through the 4 miles plus 30 minutes of weight lifting. And I think it just might get me through the next 34 weeks.
Have a safe weekend. T and I are headed out to NC for some much needed r&r. Oh, and summer semester starts tomorrow....5 hours of class, 2 nights a week! So, if I'm M.I.A. for a while, I will be back :) I promise!