Individual White Chocolate Blueberry Mini Cheesecakes are perfect two bite treats that are perfect for summer or parties!
A whole weekend alone with me and Huck hasn’t happened in a long time. Nearly a year – since Ben and I got married and he was away working for the first three weeks of our marriage. Yesh, that was really sucky and thankfully a long time ago. But when the boys, or man, husband, guy is away Mom and Pupper will play. Or more accurately he will take up ⅔ of the bed, diligently wait on me to drop any minuscule amount of crumbs – like of these mini cheesecakes – so he can leap into the kitchen and hoover them up – he is my own personal furry Swiffer – and he will SIT ON ME when I am trying to relax my back, and am laying prone on the floor.
Yeah, I said SIT ON ME. #dogsarejerks
So guess what I did last week – Signed up for my first 5k! Finally.
As the story goes, I hurt my back about 6 years ago doing things like this. Yeah, I did that. And then I hurt myself. I also kinda put a throwing axe into my shin, too. But whatever, that’s not the point. My back has been in a constant state of Ouchieeeee since then and it had put the kibosh on the running ever since. Countless times I have started and stopped running, mainly because the discs had decided to discombobulate themselves again in protest and I gave up on ever being able to run three measley miles again in my life. And then LivingSocial came along with a deal I couldn’t refuse… so before I had the chance to chicken out, I signed up.
Here I am officially signed up to run my first 5K in mid-October and I’ve got two training runs under my belt. Now, I do 2-a-days at the gym twice a week (I do a lot of strength training and low impact cardio) , and work out a couple other days on top of that, yada yada yada. There is nothing quite like running two miles and feeling like you’re. going. to. DIE! My back has yet to go into full on protest and make me collapse in a heap, so I do my therapy and decompress my spine whilst laying on the floor, thus becoming a perfect target for a dog with an itchy butt and a mom with two hands who has clearly nothing better to do whilst on said floor. Well, if your dog’s hips need scratching apparently – I’m your gal. Huck came over, pointed his butt in my direction and then full on 90 pounds of dead labradork weight – plopped down on my stomach. JERK!