Yo body is there but mama, where yo brains at?

This fine Saturday brought to you by women's hockey tournaments and pinon coffee! The Librarian is playing at the Winter Warm-Up in Raleigh, and we stopped at Trader Joe's on the way back, and there it was, the New Mexican flag beaming at me.

I haven't had pinon coffee since that month I spent with my aunt in ABQ, and man, have I missed it. I could have eaten it with a spoon when I peeled off the foil and the smell hit me. Heaven.

I was thinking on the drive back that one of the things I really like about hockey is that the women who play it, you'd never know from looking at them. Mama P, for example - if I saw her walking down the street, I would never in a million years guess that she was hardcore about hockey. She looks like your typical suburban soccer mom. And then she puts on her gear and she's a hockey player.

It's different with running. I mean, you can look at a person and kind of know that they run. It's a difference in body composition and stride. But hockey players come in all shapes and strides.

I gotta go figure out something to eat. In about 3 hours, I'll be embarking on my first solo 13 miles. Wish me luck!