That’s the sound of me collapsing in a soggy pile on the floor after a ridiculously slow run this morning in debilitating heat.
I was actually able to wring out my sports bra when I was done with it.
Cat woke me up around 5:15. Stayed in bed until 6:00. Stumbled out the door around 6:30 — it was 78°, 82% humidity. So, pretty nice. Heh.
I did about 5.25 in 59 minutes, so an 11:15ish pace. Not too shabby, considering.
I’m starting to make peace with my slowness. It showed up uninvited and totally made a mess of things, but if it’s here to stay, we might as well try to find a way to coexist.
But I am not doing slowness’s dishes.
Good news is I think I’ve solved my not-being-able-to-eat-before-running problem.
TJs cookie with peanut butter chips, peanuts, and peanut butter. Small, compact, filled with protein and everything that is good and pure. One cookies = 60 calories. Perfect.
So that makes 17 miles for the week. I think that shows progress in spite of the slowness. I don’t know that I’m going to attempt any additional mileage next week; 17 feels safe.
I guess that’s not uncommon here, but I was amazed.
We made the most inappropriate dinner — shrimp fiesta soup in the dead of summer. But it’s what the hubs was craving and we had some mixed hot peppers from the jardin, so I said what the hell.
It’s the easiest thing in the world –
In a stock pot, saute:
- some diced hot peppers if you like-a the spice
Add this stuff:
- chicken stock
- can of Rotel tomatoes (I’m partial to the green chile)
- 1/3 cup of salsa
- can of corn (drained)
- couple pounds of cooked shrimp, peeled, no tails
Simmer (add shrimp about 10 mins before serving).
- diced avocado
- chopped cilantro
- crushed tortilla chips
- sliced lime
- sliced green onion
- shredded cheddar cheese
Do NOT skimp on the garnish. It’s all very necessary. Same with the wine.
Speaks for itself (I see a giant kale smoothie in my future).
Okay, obviously I’m not going drink ALL of those. I plan to share. Plus, dude who’s house we’re going to is a big beer geek too, so I know he’ll be well-stocked.
Be careful today — in fact, just stay the hell indoors. Safer that way.