Well the weekend was a blur but
here is your update since you fret as if you can’t manage your day without news
from me:
How can it take a woman a full four
minutes to order from a Dunkin Donuts drive thru and why would pointing at the
outside menu help her in anyway? “I want the munchkins, right there [points at
drive-thru menu board as if DD employee inside donning an audio headset can see],
right there!” She was in no way responsible for me being late to class. No way.
Made a full-fledged gumbo complete
with an authentic roux. So many inauthentic rouxs [note to self – learn how to
make roux plural – probably some inane French grammar rule] out there and you
know me, the existentialist, authentic is important. Anywhoo, the gumbo was
much earthier in taste than I thought it would be…much different from a
jambalaya. I followed a Cook’s Illustrated recipe for the roux and riffed a
bit. For me, the highlight was the andouille sausage. And per the usual it
tasted better the next day after the flavors had a chance to meld. In the
future I will substitute chicken thighs for shrimp and whowouldathunk that my
two year old would gobble up andouille like it was his job.
An important run for me on Sunday -
I ran for an hour at an 8 minute pace. I
knew I didn’t have all day to run as I had my little guy in child care and
other domestic responsibilities on tap so I got on the treadmill and dialed her
up to 7.5. Right off the bat the lungs were working harder than usual though my
heartrate was only near 200bpm so I knew I was teetering on capable. About 4
miles in I was starting to feel it in my legs, feet, back, and will to live.
But I pressed on and realized that this mere hour of running was important because
if I want to do a half in the spring I will need to be ready to run for two
hours and some of that will have to be at a decent clip – like an 8 minute
pace. Why? Because I know I can’t train like I am single as the little guys are
swimming, running track, and busting chops all over so I have to run faster if
I am going to even get close to the training miles necessary for a half.
I got through it (the run) but I
have to say I was more than a little disappointed in myself when I didn’t jump
with my toddler at the trampoline park later that day. First time I have ever
said no to a physical activity with him and I hope it is the last. Sure I want
to run a half but it is merely a means to an end that is overall fitness and
health and my overall fitness and health is compatible with jumping on
trampoline’s with my son.
Lesson learned.
