My oh my! You kids certainly know how to make a girl blush. Thanks so much for all the flattering and
totally unsolicited slightly invited compliments about my race – kidding!! 😉
I really enjoyed writing about the emotional side of this race. Often times, it seems like the physical side of racing gets the spotlight, and I thought the mental aspect should take the forefront for a change. For me, this is actually the more difficult part of running long distances, and something I am still working on (as evidenced by yesterday’s struggles).
Anyways. After the race I was so exhausted I actually fell asleep on the bus ride back to Manhattan.
Creature of habit.
Coffee and carbs = frothy, breakfasty yummies. This is my second (and last) DKB sin dawg. I cried a bit on the inside knowing how little is left.
A bit later, Kyle got home and we set up shop on the couch watching football. There is NO way I’d rather spend my Sunday. The 49ers won, too! Any other football lovers out there? If yes, who’s your team? (Julie, you can ignore this question, since the answer is practically tattooed on your
forehead blog). Or maybe you are a fan of college football? Current students or alums, who are you rooting for? Yesterday was a HUGE day in the PAC-10 and my Bruins pulled off a win, too, so no complaints on my end.
I think I’m on batch #293 of tofummus. Yeah, I said it.
Tofu, hummus, carrots, and spinach, all in a WW pita.
After lunch we walked to the park and did some (window) shopping on the way – but by 4, my energy was waning so we headed home.
I rocked a senior citizen dinner (at 5 pm) of Nate’s meatless meatballs (poor Nate – not exactly the best reputation…). After seeing my homies enjoying the meatless balls so thoroughly lately, I knew I HAD to partake (also it’s fun to say dirty words). Good nutritionals. No further comment your honor…
Step 1: Heat balls
Step 2: Mix with seasoned tomato chunks.
Step 3: Line pita with plain greek yogurt and stuff the bejeezus out of them with Italian lovin.
Step 4: Get your grub on :O
Too many meat/ball/mouth jokes flooding my brain! K? A little help here?
My food coma set in hard core, so I made like Perez and
stalked celebs watched the Emmy’s.
With a bowl of melon for dessert (I could never elope). Sorry for my random mood. My lame-o humor may only suit me, but that’s cool.