I woke up at 6am on Saturday. However, having read that it is actually better to run in the afternoon, I opted to get additional shut-eye. By the time I decided to get up, I had to make sure the kids had breakfast. So instead of heading for the park, I headed for the kitchen. I had promised Mai we would make French Toast to use up the remnants of condensed milk from the brazo de mercedes we made some time back. I checked our bread and milk supply. There was enough milk but if I used the bread we had on hand, there would be no bread left for snacks or sandwiches.
I decided that since it was First Saturday, I would instead go to mass then pass by the grocery on the way back.
So my walk to church, to the grocery and back was about all the exercise I got for Saturday.
How about Sunday?
By this time, I had figured that it would be better to do a morning run than not to do any running at all. The problem was that by the time I woke up, I had to do breakfast again. We had Chinese fried rice if you are interested to know.
I whipped up the Chinese fried rice in a jiffy. If we ate fast enough and had woken up Gino, we would have made it to the 10:30am mass.
Alas, it was not to be.
Ardi said he wanted to eat his Chinese fried rice leisurely. Poppop said he didn't want to wake Gino up.
That meant that we would be catching the 6pm mass. Consequently, it was declared a 'rest' day.
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