Me and my nutcrackers

One of the great things about going home is that I always return with the unexpected. This time was no exception.

I helped gather pecans from one of the 20+ pecan trees at the grandparents place on Saturday morning. Usually, I just gather the nuts for the grandparents to give away. This year, was no exception. Well, except that I was the person that got them.

All of them.

So I drive home yesterday with a large, brown bag full of pecans.

On the surface, this would appear to be a good thing, with one small exception. The only way to enjoy the meat of the nut is by individually cracking them one at time.

Fortunately for me, I come to find out that both my girlfriend and roommate excel at nutcracking.

So for about an hour, me, the EW and the roomie sat around and cracked nuts.

Now, I just need to find out what to do with all those pecans (hint, if you want pecans, let me know. I can probably hook you up).

And even though I was traveling and eating most of the weekend, I did get squeeze in an 8-mle run on Saturday morninig. The first three miles sucked. So I stopped, had a little attitude adjustment bitch-out session with myself and reset the garmin. The last 5 miles went a lot better.

Two weeks to Vegas! I gotta try focusing on nutrition and find a way to get my taper-training in. But no matter how good or bad the marathon goes, it is still a weekend in Vegas with parts of both my KC and Tulsa crew, and that can never be bad.