The job I'm working on down here in the Big Easy has been not-so-easy and gotten me pretty swamped.
OK...I promise to cut back on the bad puns. Point being, I have not had enough time in the day to get my professional work finished or maintain any sort of regular workout regime, have a social life or given me much of a chance to rest or sleep; much less write about it.
I've tried, for sure, sometimes to my detriment. This particular post takes us back a couple of weeks, to the weekend of March 21-23 and will be less thorough than I would have liked and reliant on clipping from "check-ins" from Facebook.
Off to see the family for the weekend — at Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport.
On board, getting ready for take-off — at Delta Airline.
So quick, didn't even finish reading the new script I just got — at Atlanta International Airport-Delta Airlines.
Earning our bacon — with Skye Danniells at Bacon Chase.
Taxes done, hurrah!
Hello, good-bye dinner with the family — at Barcelona Inman Park.
Heading back to NOLA — at Atlanta International Airport-Delta Airlines.
And just like that I'm back — at Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport.
Prior to taking this job, I had signed up for a few races in Atlanta and the reason I booked a flight for this particular weekend was that the Bacon Chase 5k and the Atlanta Marathon were happening on Saturday and Sunday.
The other race I had signed up for was a couple weeks earlier; the Badass Dash, which I couldn't make it to, so I ended up doing the Shamrockin' 8k--Guinness Beer Challenge.
I realized a couple of weeks ago that I was not in the kind of shape I needed to be in to run 26.2 miles and then be able to travel and go to work early the next morning.
So I opted to bow out of the marathon but 5 kilometers for all you can eat bacon, that I was up for.
Plus, the entire family was signed up to run it. Unfortunately Cindy ended up having to work that day, so it would just Skye and myself running for bacon, while Cindy would be bringing it home in the form of a paycheck.
On Your Mark, Get Set, Grow
We arrived latter than intended and ended up in the back of the pack, or more appropriately a drift, drove, litter (young), sounder (of swine), team, passel (of hogs), singular (refers to a group of boars).
We never got moving too quickly and there was a considerable bottle neck at the first water/bacon-bits station.
We were definitely going to end up with a caloric surplus at the end of the event.
The Start and First Taste of Bacon
We sprinted to the finish and then stood in seemingly endless lines for our bacon rewards.
After discarding the worst bloody Mary I can remember ever having, we were off for more bacon and photo-ops.
A good part of Sunday was devoted to dealing with transplanting seedlings and over to our friends "community garden" to plant some cover crops and prepare beds for planting down the road. Hopefully on my next trip. And we harvested some beautiful shitakes from the logs we had dropped off there several weeks earlier.
We finished off the my weekend stay with a nice dinner at Barcelona, a family tradition.
And just like that I was heading back to NOLA and the job. It was a wonderful and productive trip, even as short as it was.