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St. Patrick’s Day is probably one of Jeff’s favorite holidays. That and Thanksgiving. And maybe Halloween. Or Christmas. Definitely my birthday.
I digress. Jeff celebrated his St. Paddy’s Day with corned beef, cabbage, potatoes and beer. He wore his festive Irish Yoga t-shirt and then hung out with friends to celebrate the Irish holiday.
Where was I? Being a bah humbug at home. I started the day off fine, but progressively started to feel crummy. My chest feels “heavy” like someone is sitting on it. I took my asthma meds (you know, the required dose and not the Dione dose) and upped my vitamin C for the day. I better not be getting a cold. We have a 6 mile run tomorrow and a 10k next weekend. Plus there is still that dang rain in the forecast tomorrow.
I complain digress.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Have an Irish Car Bomb for me!
PS Nope, I didn’t even wear green. Told you, bah humbug.
