Number of sea salt brownie bites I ate before running last night: 7
Number of how much I did NOT want to go running: 35435213524
Number of miles I ran: 4
Number of miles that felt horrible:surprisingly, 0
I took it easy and came in around 38 minutes. Seems like whether I try hard or not, it’s always around 38 minutes. So why bother trying hard, am I right?
I tried out my Garmin heart rate monitor for the first time. It’s been sitting in a desk drawer since I got it, but I want to take my training TO TEH NEXT LEVELZ and thought I should make use of the damn thing.
My heart rate hovered in the 150-160 range for the first couple of miles, then shot up to the high 160s in the third mile. In my fourth (and fastest) mile, it went back down to 160.
I have no idea what any of this means. Write me a novel about THR in the comments.
I also experienced the misfortune of cutting my middle toe on the, um, extra long toenail next to it, which is the answer to last night’s trivia question, you know your toenails are too long when… (Shut up, you’ve done it too.)
I didn’t notice it while I was running, but when I took off my shoes back at the house, my sock was a little bloody. Just a little. I like my socks like I like my steak.
Speaking of meat, we finished off that pork shoulder last night with some pulled pork sandwiches and cole slaw. (I’d show you the picture but frankly, it didn’t really look all that good on the plate and to be honest, I’m sick of bloggers going, “I know it doesn’t look that appetizing but TRUST ME IT WAS AMAAAZING!” Why should I trust you? And why do you care if I think your meal looks appetizing? Just eat it and shut up.)
Also, did you catch that sweet segue back there? People, it takes a seriously talented writer to segue that seamlessly from bloody socks into pulled pork. You should be thanking me right now.
Anyway, the pork shoulder was not a grass-fed pork shoulder and the pig was not raised locally, and you know what? It tasted FANTASTIC. Fact: Sad pigs just taste better. The tears make it extra salty.
Last, this week marks the 40th Anniversary of Country Roads. Get into it. Again. Or for the first time.