I'm going to provide a public service. If you need some sort of way to fill the void in your life left by tapering, email me your address. I'll mail you a big envelope filled with papers and an answer key, you grade them, and mail them back to me. If your big race has passed, don't worry, I'll be offering this service until I'm ready to retire.
Once again this week, my motivation seems to have disappeared. Weird timing, because I got a bunch of nice comments this morning on my 56 mile post marathon week.
Usually, I only fight myself about running until I'm out of bed, but when it lasts all the way up until I brush my teeth, I know I'm in trouble. I managed to push through Monday for my 8 miler, but not Tuesday. I worked at Charm City Monday night, so I was up "late". I've had a second job for most of my teaching career, but it seems I'm no spring chicken anymore, and I can't just hop out of bed like normal the following morning anymore.
With afternoon running, my main challenge is generally getting out the door, and sometimes getting through the first mile. I was out the door after work, but really not feeling the run. My legs felt good, my breathing felt good, but I just kept feeling stressed over all the crap I still needed to do and desperately wanted to not be running. Weird.
So, I turned around after a mile and a half and totally bailed on the run. It was a waste, since my body felt good, but I was so happy when I got home. I tried to figure out where all the running hatred was stemming from. I came up with this great theory about how I'm an introvert and I need time alone to recharge (pretty sure I just read that on a blog somewhere, but it sounds like me) and since I hadn't had any recently I was burnt out, but then I realized that I was, in fact, running alone, so that didn't really hold any weight.
The only logical thing to do was cook a delicious dinner. I've been obsessed with this recipe Vanessa posted, since it had coconut milk. I've posted before about how much I love real (full fat) coconut milk and how much I hate low or nonfat.....anything. Of course, I'm always looking for ways to make meals even more delicious by adding more fat, as we all should be. I came across this great find a few weeks ago at Trader Joes and couldn't wait to bust it out.
|Just like coconut milk, except twice as much fat and therefore|
twice as delicious
As usual, we ate most of the four serving recipe, because we love to eat, and then I followed it up with a few spoonfuls of Nutella, for good measure.
Some people claim they don't like fat, and I really struggle to believe that. I'm not going to call anyone a liar, but I really don't see how you can tell me skim milk is preferable to whole with a straight face. That's like when people say they had fruit for dessert.
What's your favorite fatty food (other than dessert, obviously)? I'm torn between ice cold whole milk or delicious cheeses like smoked Gouda or Gorgonzola.
You have to go to my sister's blog to see my nephew's one month/two month comparison photos. It looks like she swapped him out for a new baby.