Healing with a Pot Pie

I had in my head that I wanted to run 4 miles today. My legs had something else on tap. When I got to the gym, all the good treadmills (ones with fans built in) were taken. So, I had to use another type. I hated it, it felt like I was already on a 5 incline without a fan. I managed to run .75 miles. Then, I noticed that one of the good treadmills were open. I rushed right over. When I got on, it was so nice with the fan and it didn't feel like an incline was already on. I managed to finish 2 miles.

My left calf was pretty tight and my stretching didn't really seem to help. I am fine with only running 2 miles today. It felt good. Afterward the run, I headed straight for my spin class. It was another tough class. The instructor kept saying "only 120 seconds left". It actually seemed better than "2 minutes left".

When I got home, I de-boned my chicken I cooked this weekend. I started making the Pioneer Woman's Chicken Pot Pie. Here are the veggies sauteing in the butter!

The sauce is thickening.

Page one of the recipe.

Page two (I love how she takes a picture of every step).

The final outcome. I didn't make my own crust, I had one left over from Christmas, so I used that. But, the sad thing is that it leaked onto my cookie sheet. I'm glad I put the cookie sheet under it. I can't even image how difficult that would have been to clean.

I can smell the yummy goodness calling my name. I need to eat.

What sounds better: "120 seconds left" or "2 minutes left"?