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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.
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.
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