Friday was pretty poorly planned. I knew I was going on a run, but only drank coffee and ate two hard-boiled eggs and some duck prosciutto. Not as a meal, but just throughout the day.
The lack of water coupled with a large amount of protein in my stomach did not make for the most pleasurable run, but you live and you learn, I guess.
Sean had also gone for a run, and he returned from his with juices for us both, which was very nice of him
Then we went to Costco, where I impulse-purchased a seaweed quinoa salad, as one does in Costco on a Friday night. I then ate that salad.
I drank this beer.
I ate this Kinder bar I found in the cupboard.