[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]3.1 plus 9.4 does not equal 14. Even I know that.
I woke up Saturday feeling the effects of all of those sprints, lunges and squats at Fighter Conditioning and decided to delay my long run by one day. I planned to crank out 11 miles after this morning’s Whole Foods 5k, but as I neared the 9 mile mark, I knew it not going to happen. I made a quick detour, reaching for the stash of ones I keep in my Camelbak as I entered the sketchy convenience store near our condo, and asked if they sold ice. They do. They also sell travel-sized toothpaste alongside single cigars. Makes sense. Sort of.
Some dude, seated by the Keno machine, gave me ‘tude as I hobbled my way past his folding chair to the makeshift ice chest. I thought about talking back, but I was fresh out of Gu and really didn’t have the energy. Instead, I lingered a bit longer than necessary so that the smell of two hours of sweat could ruin his day. Just kidding. Or, am I?
One ice bath, two bananas, a three hour nap and four layers of lasagna later, I feel (mostly) human again. For a split second, I was tempted to hop on the treadmill and finish that last mile and a half, but I decided to get a life instead. And by get a life, I mean continue to lay on the sofa making injured cat noises.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Make-ahead breakfast ideas
- Watching polar bears and spy cams on 60 Minutes
- Getting ready for the week ahead!