bierkergaard

This Easter morning I went out for my Resurrection Run, where the road is hard but it ends in joy. Nothing quite beats the sensation of stopping. I always just try to focus on the next step yet it helps occasionally envisioning the end and the rest to come. This obviously has spiritual parallels. I wanted to get the run done early because my Dad is due at 11:00 AM and feasting will soon commence after He arrives. He is making a Leg of Lamb! That was an Easter Dish his Mom used to make, so it is a meaningful tradition and one I remember fondly. I was fortunate to know at least my Dad's parents pretty well being that they lived in New York City and we lived in the Philly 'burbs which is a relatively short drive. It takes three hours to cook the Lamb in the oven. The Beer Fridge is stocked like a pond with fish to help us occupy the time until Dinner.     I did a Good Friday run also. These two jogs were the first two in quite some time. With the weather getting warmer an