Another peek into my heartless, black soul

My Bob Potts race recap was long enough, so I decided to cut it off and save the most important part of any marathon experience for the next post. I'm sure you were all wondering - what did I make for my post-marathon dessert?

Saturday morning, I spent some time perusing food blogs. I not only needed a dessert for Sunday, but also for my upcoming birthday. I'd been looking for awhile, but nothing had felt right so far.

You know how on TV you always see brides in the dress shops and when they find "the one", they put it on and everyone starts crying?

 Well, I never had that. Don't get me wrong, my wedding was the best day of my life, hands down. Maybe I'm just too much of a loser who's not into fashion, but I'm not about to cry over a freaking dress. And I come from a family of huge criers. Crying in David's Bridal is actually right up there with marrying your best friend in my book.

Anyway, my point is that while I was able to choose my wedding dress dry-eyed, I think I finally got a taste of that feeling when I finally clicked on a recipe that was practically screaming to be made on my birthday, and when I got the idea to make brownie pudding again after my race. 

When I say after, I meant right after. I went straight to Wegmans on my way home, and then immediately got to work without passing go, without showering, nothing was more important than getting this in the oven.

I'm always looking for ways to work smarter, not harder, so I multi-tasked cleaning my kitchenaid mixer with refueling.

At that point, I was already covered in chocolate, so I just kept it rolling and cleaned the kitchen and bathroom. Amazing, considering I'm pretty positive that I've never done anything remotely productive other than make decadent baked treats after a marathon.

Once I finally showered, we went across the street to an amazing Mexican restaurant that I can just never get enough of.

Wore my medal. Obviously.

 I'm not sure when I'll learn, but eventually I'll stop stuffing my face with enchiladas and guacamole on an empty stomach after a long race. We had to take like a half hour walk after dinner before I could handle life again.

As soon as I was back in action, I started in on pineapple Moscato, a gift from Kari.

I think I discovered the key to marathon recovery - Dance Central. We played for hours, and I swear it was a serious workout.

PURE FOCUS

Eric had a really seductive booty shake.

This is how I waited for my turn. It felt so good on my back, plus you can see how cute the marathon shirt is.

Sorry, forgot to suck in my belly, but luckily this pose totes makes it look flat.

 Finally, it was time (aka no longer felt like I was about to burst and could handle dessert).

The setup

On Monday, I had big plans of being the laziest person alive all day. I came pretty close, although I did deviate a tad to meet two of my teacher BFFs for a four mile walk. After that though, it was on. Game of Thrones thought they could screw with us by not airing a new episode this week, but I showed them by beginning book four, and watching the entire first season on my Monday off. Even though I had just gone grocery shopping, Eric's suggestion of ordering pizza was way more appealing than attempting to cook. Mainly because I had already gone through one bottle of wine by dinnertime.  

Today, I brought all my hot yoga stuff to work and arranged for a ride there and everything (yeah my car is still f-ed up, we're not discussing that). Around 3pm I started thinking about how much more appealing leftover brownie pudding was compared to 90 minutes in a hot room with sweaty strangers. So I decided to ride the "I just ran a marathon!" train a little longer. I got home early enough to work on another one of my New Year's Resolutions: FaceTime with my nephew. Then I ate brownie pudding for dinner. Win win.

Did you cry when you found your wedding dress, or have you ever seen anyone cry? I have never witnessed this in real life.