I'm not sure I've learned a single thing about performance over the years.
With yesterday's debacle all too fresh in my mind (and apparent in the ache of my feet), it's certainly hard to believe that I have. I do know, however, that post-race recovery is of utmost importance...for the head as much as the body.
Which is why I just had a hearty recovery breakfast at Lil's diner.
As soon as I walked through the door, I inhaled the sweet smell of a good old fashioned kitchen hard at work. I wasn't going anywhere near that pork chop, or whatever it was, but at least it smelled welcoming.
First things first, I needed a good stiff cup of coffee and a look around the room revealed that I wasn't the only one feeling that same need.
Once the caffeine kicked in, I was ready to see a menu. After looking over the offerings (which seemed strangely to consist solely of page after page of green eggs and ham), I decided to see if I could order "off" of the menu.
A glimpse into the kitchen had me hungry for fries.
The waitress took my order...
...and soon returned with appetizers.
While I waited for the main course, I checked out the jukebox.
The veggie burger, tofu dog and fries (hidden beneath Lily's signature flower petal garnish) sure hit the spot even if they were accompanied by a long, black hair. Allowing that there was some minor chance it belonged to me, I decided not to bring it to the attention of the waitress.
I passed along compliments to the chef who emerged from the kitchen to acknowledge my thanks and pose for the camera.
I'm still not quite sure what I paid for the meal, but by the time I settled the bill, I was feeling much improved and am positive it was worth every penny.
