Busy weekend! The good news is I started running again. And the bad news is I have muscle aches even in my shoulders, let alone my legs. I walk like a duck and make painful noises going up and down the stairs. Saturday morning as the sun rose we run through Tower Bridge up to Tate Modern, across the Millennium Bridge towards St. Paul`s and back to Tower of London. 6 km, 4 times less, I used to do once every week, before the breakdown. My aim was doing 2 km and build up slowly, but with my running buddy we decided on 4 and ended up doing 6. It was amazing. I haven’t run much during the past one and a half year, but my body must have remembered, as we did not stop and only walked through Millennium Bridge, the rest was running. I remember how I pushed myself back in the days to run from the Tower of London along Southbank, passing Buckingham Palace to Green Park and back. That is the lengths of a half marathon. I also remember how much I dreaded the stairs at the beginning. I always got so exhausted running up them, especially the ones by St. Paul`s Cathedral and the Millennium Bridge. Later on as my running progressed I changed my attitude towards stairs, instead of dreading them I looked at them as joyful challengers, whom became my good friends. Running used to be my quite time with God listening to worship music and contemplating in prayer. I used to have great revelations about life and situations and felt I was on a constant spiritual high, whilst my body slowly, but surely got exhausted. Saturday morning we talked. It was great. I used to think I would never be able to run and talk at the same time, but as with many things in life I just had to try it.
More good news! Smiling Dish is reviving at Love Shack. We agreed to cook and invite friends every other Thursday to share a meal over conversation. We adopted the name of Smiling Dish, an initiative I did last year, where I cooked a 3 course meal for the first 4 person, who replied to my e-mail to come along. It was great to have people around and having a random seating plan, when people who otherwise might never get invited to the same dinner table could have a conversation and share some laughter.
We had our flat meal this evening. I served as a starter my dad’s hand-made smoked salami with mum’s home-made sauerkraut on toast with purple onions, cooked traditional Hungarian vegetable soup, for main fusilli pasta with fried onions and sun dried tomatoes with honey and mustard glazed oven baked quails with a touch of white truffle balsamic vinegar and for desert I served oven baked sun-dried berries stuffed apples with cinnamon sticks and vanilla pod masts and vanilla ice cream. I got the quails from Helen and Steven and was waiting for a special occasion to have them. It was really special to share it with the Love Shack.
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