Yum Yum Blurg

So if you read my other blog Shamrag you will know these two fun facts about me: 1) I will never run a marathon because running is for masochists, and 2) I signed up to run a 5K in September. Of 2008.

As of today I have 136 days to figure out how to run 3.1 miles without dying.

Which was how I felt today. I did my Couch Potato run/walk thingy for the first 30 minutes, and then for some reason didn't want to get off the treadmill. So for the next 30 minutes I sort of trotted until I actually reached 3.1 miles. Ugh that means it took me an hour to go 3.1 miles. Twenty minute miles. Turtle speed really.

At least I did it without getting rolled off the back of dumb machine.

Then I came home hurting and hungry. I had a few dried apricots, but then since I had sort of a sh*tty day today I wanted something bad for me. I thought about ordering a garlic pizza from Nicoles Pizza, then I thought about walking over getting sweet potato maki from Jaes, and for about a minute I considered trekking over to Liberty Bell in Southie for a Big Beef with "mustahd".

Delicious ideas all, but really not what I wanted exactly. Then I remembered that I had a bag of fries in the freezer.

They are Trader Joe's Garlic Fries, but I usually don't make the sauce packet - just the fries. They are the oven baked kind and they are delicious.

And then what makes them even more delicious is if you make a dipping sauce out of fat-free feta cheese, garlic, pepper, and a splash of olive oil.

How I know exercise is good for me is that I ate about 10 french fries and was completely full. Ordinarily I would have eaten the entire bag plus a batch of brownies.

Which is why I am now lying here thinking I probably should have had something with more protein in it. Wait, isn't that what a runner would be thinking? Whoops! What I really mean is: I probably should have had that brownie for dessert.


tammy said…
You run at my speed. Excellent. Think of me around 10 am tomorrow when I'm sucking all the oxygen out of the western suburbs.

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