Running for Me
So I’ve been hearing about self serve frozen yogurt places all over blog world, and I’m very very jealous. I want to try it! When I first moved here I told my husband this place was no good because they don’t have an ice cream stand. (The town I grew up in had the best soft serve stand with a line to the street every night—it was even my first job).
On the way home today I saw a sign about the Juice n Java that just closed. I was barely able to read it before I drove past, but I’m 99.9% sure it said
Coming Soon: Frozen Yogurt Bar!!!
I would be SO excited!
But anyways. I was planning on making Corn Cakes with Black Beans, but I forgot to soak the black beans!! (I’ve never made dried beans before). Instead I made tortellini!
Usually when I make pasta I load it up with veggies—but I was OUT!!! ahh! I had a little bit of onion and garlic though, so I mixed that in with some sauce leftover from the chicken parm.
I enjoyed a Flying Dog brew while I cooked. I mean, it is Friday. I like this one, especially for a lager, but not as much as the Hefeweizen. Loved that one.
I’ve been thinking a lot tonight. (Uh oh, that’s never good!)
As frustrating as only being able to run three days a week is, I think it really is the perfect plan for me. Let’s look at this week. My feet felt fine (my version of fine anyway!) after Sunday’s run. Tuesday also went well. I could tell I’d run after though. Thursday I was definitely feeling it. Lots of icing the rest of the day. But now I have two days off from running, so I’m hoping they’ll feel good for Sunday’s run, just like last week.
Logically, this is the best plan for me. I can either run smart, or not at all. (I choose smart).
Logic isn’t always the first thing that comes to mind when you react to something though. Yesterday I was reading some comments that had been shared by my friends I’m training for the half marathon “with” (we live 512 miles apart).
They were discussing how they were doing with their training. They’re kicking my @ss. The number they punch into the treadmill is unfathomable to me. The number of miles they run is even more blasphemous. (One of these girls decided to run a half marathon not even a month ago, and went on a run for the first time ever.)
At first I thought, why can they do this and I can’t? I need to be running 8 miles. I need to be faster.
Actually, no I don’t. I just told you I was happy with my plan and with my running, and I wasn’t lying. I am. I’m also very happy for them and their running. We may be doing this together, but we’re also doing it ourselves. We will “train” together, support each other, motivate, and encourage each other. But we can’t run for each other.
I’m running for myself, with my friends.
And I’m so proud of all of us. 🙂
On an entirely different note, I feel like bad news comes in groups. This has been one of those weeks where I’ve had friends experience bad news after bad news. I don’t think it’s my place to share specifics, but my heart breaks for each and everyone of them, and I hope they find the strength to get through it. I know they have the strength. I’m sending love and support vibes their way with everything I have. I’m constantly reminded by how amazing people are and the things they’re able to get through. Now that’s something to think about!
I don’t mean to be Debbie Downer, I just felt I needed to share that instead of just keeping it in my head.
To make up for it, here’s some giveaway love:
Win some Kettleworx from Erica!