My apology

During Whole30, I've subjected my loyal blog readers to a lot of rants and a lot of weird, questionable looking food. The rants are far from over, but this weekend I was able to eat something so magical that I knew presenting pictures of it would redeem me at least a little bit.

Friday night was girls night with my BFFs, and what better way is there to accomplish female bonding than to attend a food truck rally? 

Sorry people I just put on the internet stuffing their faces.

The gorgeous view

I figured there would be nothing I could eat, so I packed some spaghetti squash, other veggies, and grilled chicken to eat at Carolyn's house after my friends enjoyed fancy truck food. But lo and behold: there was something for me. And it was something freaking EPIC.

A chicken taco, with pico and guacamole. 

Doesn't sound epic? 

How about if I told you the taco shell was made entirely of BACON?

Heaven in a little cardboard tray

I cannot even describe the joy I felt here.

I had to hold it up, to attempt to show just how much bacon there was.

If you were wondering, the normal rules of etiquette don't apply while you are eating a bacon taco, because it's too good to adhere to them. After the pictures, I scarfed it down before my friends' food was even ready and sort of tried to pretend like I was following the conversation but was really just listening to a monologue of "BACONBACONBACONBACON" in my own head.

The food truck rally also had some sort of fire performance, and a dj, and people dancing. Interesting.

I love to watch fire juggling as I eat bacon.

The only downside was that, as you can see, there was cheese on it. I tried to pick it all off, but it's pretty likely I ingested that a few shreds anyway, so I'll have to start Whole30 all over again. Oh, and the fact that my friends got gourmet cupcakes for dessert, and I had to settle for some of my spaghetti squash and black decaf coffee.

Saturday morning was fantastic, due to Mother Nature. We are at that point (at least this weekend) where it's warm enough to enjoy running in a tshirt and shorts, yet not necessary to hit the pavement prior to 6am to avoid melting in the heat. So I slept in until I felt like moving, relaxed with some coffee, and headed out for my long run at the late hour of 11am. 

RLRF said to do 15 miles at 9:23, I did 15 miles at 9:13. I felt great, and was so into the run I just zoned out to Pandora, and didn't feel like listening to my audiobook as a distraction, even though it's really good.

Sunday was one of my rest days, but it was slightly less than restful. I did Kari's "Proof You Didn't Peak in High School" mile challenge. The last time I did it, I waited until the very last day of the month, and then was in rough shape due to a late night drinking on a pirate ship, and forced to suffer through a hot, horribly hungover run. I ran the mile in 7:18. I ran the last mile of my recent ten miler in 7:14, so I had high hopes I could do better.

I had a secret goal of sub 7, and despite starting out way too fast, I knocked it out in 6:46.

Awkward selfie at the track

Delightfully sweaty proof

After that picture, I barely had time to change my shirt and shoes before we needed to head to football. We had no girl subs, so I played the entire time and it was quite a workout! Another loss in the books. 

What's something you've eaten or would like to eat that's just off the charts ridiculous and amazing like my bacon taco? One time we saw a donut bacon burger on Man vs. Food and immediately went to the store to recreate it for Eric to eat. By the way, we are totally doing that again after Whole30.

Did my little joke about starting over give you a chuckle? Ha, no way in hell. I have 2.5 days left and not a moment more.