I don’t know about you, but when I know I am drinking the last of something I will savour it just a little bit more. My brain makes me appreciate it just a little bit more than say can 3 through 11 of a small case of pop. Wild Cherry Pepsi being a long time favorite, especially after a long run but hey it is one of my few indulgences.
So I came down to the kitchen, to tidy up and turn everything off and I reached into my case, and viola no cans of pop left.
My mouth had been watering the whole walk down the stairs to grab it, I could visualize and it was a huge let down to reach into the empty case. I had jugged “the last can” earlier that night after a 5km run outside in the snow covered streets of Barrie which was really quite awesome. Running along the empty streets making afresh trail in the snow. Not running with headphones and just listening to the sound of winter and feeling the snow fall on my face was really quite spectacular.
I’m enjoying a Moosehead instead, on my kid free Saturday night… it’s okay, but I really wish I had that Pepsi!
#SixKidChaos 