Sunday afternoon, I went with Scott to run up and down the Art Museum steps (his trainer-prescribed exertion for that day). He did it 15 times, while I only managed a measly eight (those stairs are killer).
On the way over to the museum, I noticed that there were a few boxes of bananas leftover from the half-marathon that had been held in that area earlier in the day. They were still there when we were finished with our self-induced torture and so I grabbed a couple of bunches to bring home.
They’re still on the counter, ripening a bit more. Tomorrow or the next day, I’ll peel and half them and freeze them on a cookie sheet for future smoothies. I know that bananas are cheap, but I still got a thrill out of getting a few pounds of them for free.