Happy Mardi Gras!
One of many holidays dedicated to excess and craziness. Which can only mean one thing. It has religious origins.
But party it up people. It’s a solid month until your next excuse: St. Patrick’s Day. And lest we forget, that S-T at the front end does in fact stand for something and I’ll give you a hint: it’s not street.
Sorry for that, but what would the beginning of Lent be without a little Catholic guilt.
My Mardi Gras will sadly be bead-less this year. After a 4-mile run this morning, I will shortly begin my 7 hour standing spree while helping others enjoy Fat Tuesday.
But to the rest of you, enjoy yourselves! Party it up, just remember…Lent starts tomorrow…
And don’t feel too bad for me. I’m still having a pretty good day. After two days of doing my personal rendition of a peg-legged pirate I can now fully extend my leg! It’s the little victories.
I suppose I should have taken more than one day off from running considering, but there is such a thing as running cabin fever…and I had it bad.