I'm not going to lie: I dislike almost all salads. Especially the really overly healthy kind. I mean if you want to Ohio-ify my salad and throw some Ranch dressing, shredded cheese, and deep fried croutons in the mix, then I could probably stomach a hippy dippy salad like this beautiful one from Nourish Cafe.
It's got all kinds of colors and it's just too pretty to eat you might say. I took about five bites and it's now sitting in my fridge where I will attempt it again tomorrow. It has brown rice, yams, avocado, pumpkin seeds, pickled onions, and all kinds of other earthy things. All those ingredients are SOOOO good for you but ugh I can't get on board with them all in one bowl. Grill me some corn and I'll throw down a cob or two. Slice some really good Ohio tomatoes and I'll eat a bushel. But a bowl full of 100% healthy things is just too much for me. At one point I was taking Have'a tortilla chips and scooping up the salad with them.
However I had zero problem inhaling this vegan almond butter chocolate chip cookie that was still warm when I pulled it out of the bag!!
Yesterday I only managed to get about four miles in because Jon was in bed all day and I had to wait until the kids were having quiet time to go run. I could get used to this whole evening running thing. I've accepted that the 20 miles thing is not going to happen before the marathon. I'm less than two weeks out now and I need to back off the mileage, not increase it. I feel good that I trained to 19 miles and I'm confident I can finish the marathon without stopping.
Some days it's not even the 15+ mile runs that are the hardest, it's the little ones that seem like the most effort. Here I am procrastinating by taking selfies in the mirror. My friend made that pretty collage postcard stuck in the frame.
It's so funny to see the route scenery photos from people I follow on Twitter and see how different everyone's running path is...from snowy Canada to desert races in Abu Dhabi, people are finding a way to run no matter what kind of obstacles are in our paths!
Two things that are semi-torture when I run this route: the constant traffic of the street blocks which means having to stop/start my Garmin and cadence constantly, and the other torturous event is having to run past this painting multiple times. I love the artist. He's known for painting beautiful images of donuts.
Before the run, while Jon slept, I had the boys sit down with a video from Art for Kids Hub, which is an amazing YouTube channel that teaches kids how to draw using really simple instructions. We were going to a birthday party of a friend turning six, so they decided to draw her favorite thing—horses!! This video kept them entertained for a good 45 minutes.
I took the less handmade route and got the birthday girl this chicken card. I'm one of those people who will pay $12 for a card if I know it will make the recipient smile.
When you opened it, the chicken started to dance and play a song :)
While the boys were drawing, I decided to blow dry my hair for once. I only do this every 10-15 times I wash my hair, but I was cold and in a hurry to get to the party.
Of course only I can somehow manage to get my robe string caught up in the retractible cord in the hair dryer. I couldn't pull it out no matter how hard I tried so I had to wake up Jon to help me. Sometimes I wake him up for stupid reasons but I sort of wanted him to see what I'd done. We laughed for a good long while as he untangled me.
Finished product. He worked so hard on this picture and it turned out great!
Croc was moving so fast that I couldn't get a good shot of his horse picture but it was very pink and very special! Side note: see that green ball under The Dude's foot in the corner of the picture? That is a bead from one of my bracelets. One of the boys (I have an idea who) destroyed it many months ago by pulling it apart yet these beads still seem to appear in our house out of nowhere after all this time.
We have a new kind of visitor hanging out in the neighborhood. Our downstairs flat friends caught this picture of an adorable little chorus frog. These little cuties like to croak us to sleep at night. I love them.
I finally got the kids settled down enough tonight to squeeze in some yoga. The video I picked seemed great and just my speed for the first 10-15 minutes. And look at this setup... so pretty with all our lights and our fake TV fireplace :)
And then she went and did all this kind of stuff and I had to switch to another video that was more my yoga level. I'd love to start learning to do the headstands and arm balancing poses. So much to learn, so little time!
Every single yoga session ends with this guy trying to knock me over, but I don't mind at all. He loves to hop on my back when I'm posing and yell Giddyup!!
Less than two hours after this photo was taken, we had a serious Barf-a-Palooza in our house. Croc is really feeling ill. We had to change his sheets three times, and finally moved his mattress to the floor so he could get to/from the bathroom fast. There is nothing worse than your kids being sick. I wish I could take it away and put it in my own body, race or no race. He has been fighting this stupid bug for weeks :(
I am just TWELVE days until CIM! I'm determined to stay healthy and rested and wash my hands like crazy.
My intention was to do a post about incorporating massage into your training in a smart way but I'll save it for another night so I can go lay next to the little one. I hope you all have a great night and are staying well!
I think today is the day I’ve been dreading and looking forward to in equal parts for many years. Today is the day I’m ready to share my story with all the guts exposed and flaws flapping for the world to see. I started this blog four months ago and I’ve referenced my sobriety but I haven’t gone to great lengths to go into detail—as any recovering alcoholic knows, dredging up memories of drinking days (most of them too fuzzy to remember clearly) can be painful. And it can too easily result in a shame spiral. But I’m not interested in spiraling down anymore. I’ve had my day in the dirt and I’m past that now.
Tonight let's talk about setting realistic running goals. But first...
Blue suede shoes! I love these shoes so much that I have them in two colors. I know I'm not supposed to wear pointy toe shoes because they're bad for my toes but these don't bother me at all.
Throwback to when The Dude was too young to write his own note for Santa. Transcribed verbatim, clearly.
Daily blogger. Sober runner. Mental sh*t stirrer. Pro gender equality in tech. Family first.