I can’t remember the last time I ran three days in a row and felt this good – finally, all of these sub-freezing trail runs are starting to pay off. I have killed 18 miles this week and I don’t even feel like crap.
So tomorrow I’m not going to push my luck – time for a day of rest…and beer.
Next, blister update:
I tried some advice that I got from Kloé and slathered that puppy up with some Vaseline (both inside and outside of the sock, which sounded funny but makes sense if you think about it: smooshy and lubricated and decidedly friction-free.) I ran six miles on the double blister special, and yeah, it’s not looking any better, but it’s also not looking any worse, so I consider that a success. It doesn’t hurt at all right now, and I think after a rest day I should be ready to rock.
Since it looks much grosser tonight than it did last night (there is a marked lack of skin where there used to be skin), I will not grace this post with a picture. Sorry (or you’re welcome).
I will, however, grace you with a much prettier picture…tonight I whipped up a new twist on my old spinach favorite: this one had strawberries, golden raspberries, spinach and almond milk.
I thought the combination of green and red would make it an ugly brownish pink color but obviously the spinach won. Does the color of the juice/smoothie matter to anyone but me? Even if it tastes good, but it’s a disgusting color, I just don’t like it as much. But this one is a lovely emerald…and yummy to boot. Win!
And, I’m not sure what I’m having for dinner tonight but I sure hope it’s good because I’m fam.ished.
P.S. Is it wrong that I would be delighted to see those two best friends ripped apart by American Idol? And, is it possibly because they were annoying as all crap? Talk amongst yourselves…