Don't Call Me Peter

There's a passage in the Gospels (Matthew 26:69-75, Mark 14:66-72, Luke 22:54-62, John 18:15-27) where Peter denies being with Jesus Christ. He not only denies it once, he denies it three total times.

I'm also a firm believer in signs and the importance of repetition. In the Bible (and in real life) if something is mentioned more than once or twice, it is most likely important. Which brings me to this past week.

On Wednesday, I went out to celebrate Alexis Thomas' birthday at La Carreta. We go to La Carreta just about every week after running and I usually order an horchata to drink. Because they're fantastic.

You may be asking, what is an horchata? According to google define, "(in Spain and Latin American countries) a milky drink made from ground almonds, tiger nuts, or rice."

However, I prefer urbandictionary. (Never looked up your name? Do it now. May not be suitable for children under 18) Here's the top definition:


If we can't trust "thebeaner", who can we trust??!?

I mean, that's the cold hard truth right there. I think I've uttered that same sentence after a long trail run.

But getting back to the story, I ordered a water instead. Strike 1.

Also this past week, I was driving in North Carolina. I stopped at a QT because they have some of the best gas stations/convenience stores known to man. And what do I see there? This!

Also worth noting: frozen hot chocolate is soooooo good.

I again ignored the delicious horchata, going with a larger size, cheaper lemon-lime Gatorade. Strike 2.

This morning, Sunday, I ran a local spot, Tobacco Row Mountain. Great workout, lots of vertical gain and a fun descent. Anyway, I finish the workout and I stop at Sheetz for some fuel (literally and figuratively). What do I see at the self-order kiosk, but an horchata smoothie!

I knew this was my defining moment. I can't deny the horchata three times - especially when it's only $2! This ended up being my breakfast.

   
Chill out, it's a red light and I'm completely stopped



In conclusion, you can call me Peterson (or my high school track nickname, Petey), but don't call me Peter!

 

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