Yep, that’s right — race recap! That race for which I signed up on the spur of the moment on Friday was this morning. It was, of course, a charity race (I prefer those), and a pretty small one at that; the “official timing system” consisted of someone standing at the finish line with a clipboard and recording when every runner crossed the plate. That’s how few runners there were! I was determined not to kill myself over this, so I wanted to keep to a regular training pace, as opposed to a race pace… though I’m not quite sure what either of those really mean to me right now anyway!
I think I started out too fast — 7:30/mile is definitely not a leisurely pace for me — but I managed to slow myself down some. And then I got mad at myself that my second mile took longer than the first, until I realized that because it was an out-and-back, out-and-back course, I was running into the wind at that point. Okay, then.
Let’s not mention the part where I nearly tripped on a loose slat in the boardwalk and could have landed on my face. I was a lot more cautious after that — the very last thing I need right now is to get another crazy injury! As it is, I probably looked like a total nut, running in the rain with a massive dorky grin on my face because my back did not hurt. My hips and hamstrings barked a few times, but whenever they did, I eased up until they quieted down again.
It’s a good thing I like to run in the rain. 😉 (Though I’ve run on / along beaches twice, and it’s rained both times. What’s up with that?)
I was aiming for five miles in around 45:00, so I’m perfectly satisfied with these results.
My triathlon training plan calls for six miles tomorrow; somehow, I don’t think I’ll be doing that. If I run tomorrow, it won’t be more than two or three miles; I don’t care to push my luck. I am way too happy about being able to run again — I have no desire to give that up anytime soon.
Okay, I don’t quite remember when this is from or even what it is. I’d hazard to say that it’s whole wheat noodles, pasta sauce, TVP and broccoli, topped with nooch. Sounds about right.
A couple of new discoveries:
But I did like that you could see the berries! It wasn’t all that bad, actually, in terms of flavor. I still am not crazy about the texture, though — it’s too sticky. Not in a stick-to-your-fingers kind of way, but in a stick-to-your-teeth kind of way. If that makes any sense.
And new wraps!
I chose the pumpernickel because my other choices were “everything” (includes poppy seeds, and I hate seeds) and “cracked pepper” (which, for some reason, just seemed weird). Don’t ask me why I think pumpernickel is supposed to go with lox and cream cheese, but since I don’t like either of those, I was puzzled about what to do with this.
Not that you can see what’s inside, but I just went with my pretty usual sprouts and hommus. The wrap itself? Well, I can’t decide what to make of it. I don’t think I hated it, but it’s just a very different flavor than what I’m used to in wraps.
To be a little bit circular, since this is sort of similar to that first bowl:
I had a snack cup of pineapple in juice with a “best by” date in November. Of 2010. High time I used it, wouldn’t you say? I dumped it in a pot with some black bean and corn salsa, sliced baby peppers, and snow peas. Once it was all nice and bubbly, I added shirataki noodles, plain roasted tofu, and a few very healthy shakes of fiesta lime seasoning. I had a few (expired! *gasp*) cashews left in their jar, so I put them on top of this mish mash bowl. Random but delicious.
On a side note, I snagged a few of the roasted tofu cubes before I put the rest in the pot. Is it weird that I like eating plain (as in, unseasoned) roasted tofu?! (Jess, you understand that, right??)
An early night is probably a good idea — it certainly sounds awesome, considering I’ve been awake since before 5.00 AM — but I have a feeling that won’t happen. Since I’m just going to be way too excited about the plans my parents have hatched for tomorrow…
(Yes, I am being sarcastic.)
Happy Fourth of July!!
“For what avail the plough or sail, or land or life, if freedom fail?”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson