Missed the first recap of the weekend? Read it here.
On Saturday night, Matt and I got our Groupon on at Spamps to celebrate my birthday. Yes, that is the name of the restaurant. It’s short for Spampinato, the owner’s last name. Dinner was good but dessert…oh my, one of my favorites. Chocolate lava cake with vanilla ice cream.
Initially it didn’t come with ice cream (can you imagine?). I requested it. You can’t eat a lava cake without melted ice cream drizzling down. I turned my flash off to take the picture. I didn’t want strange glances.
Matt and I went to the bar afterwards for a drink but were home by 9. You need to make a beeline out of Spamps before 10pm before it turns into a meat market.
Proof that it always snows around my birthday. Excuse my demonic eyes.
Matt, hating life because I’m taking his picture. Do it for the blog, Matt.
I woke up Sunday morning and I was feeling the 20-miler from Saturday and 48 miles in general for the week. I knew I was in for a treat at barre class.
My legs shaked non-stop in class. My quads were screaming and I could no longer tuck and squeeze. No one else’s legs were shaking, I appeared to be so out of shape. So barre class the day after a 20-miler is not ideal. Lesson learned.
What’s your favorite dessert? The lava cake is pretty high up there but I do love myself a DQ Blizzard.
Ever feel completely inadequate and out of shape during strength training or yoga because of running (even though you are clearly in shape)?