I’m thankful for good food. Brian continues to cook most of my meals and I continue to eat them. He says he enjoys cooking, so I won’t argue that. This week’s meals have included butternut squash soup, baked sweet potatoes and awesome garlicky broccoli.
This was delicious AND colorful.
Butternut squash soup = perfect fall dish
Then, in a weird twist, last night Brian made salad.
This is a salad, and I actually ate it. Who am I?
I had to remind him that I don’t like salad, especially not a salad covered in beets. Who eats beets, other than Dwight Schrute? But he was all, “You can’t say you don’t like them if you’ve never tried them,” and so I gave them a shot and dang him, they were kind of good. Also goat cheese. I love goat cheese.
Then he was like, “I also made dessert,” and it was good, but I consider it a fourth course, because it was baked pears with some honey and spices and cranberries and almonds, and that, to me, is not dessert.
It was good, but without ice cream or chocolate I just don't see how this qualifies as a "dessert."
Where was the chocolate, Brian? Where was it?? It was good though, so I won’t argue too much.
I’m thankful that despite this nasty flare-up, I’m still able to run. It’s not pretty, but I make it happen. It takes a while to get moving, and once I’m out the door I almost always have to stop at least once. It’s not ideal, but I’m still managing to train and run throughout the stomach issues. That makes me happy.
This morning, Brian and I ran 6.25 miles together. The plan was to do a warm-up mile followed by four consistent miles around half marathon goal pace, and then a cool-down mile.
Today's splits. I like them.
Brian wore the Garmin, I tagged along, and other than the two stops all was right with the world. The Reservoir was a happy place to be, and my legs are still a little fatigued from Tuesday’s little speed challenge, but overall I maintained the pace no problem.
Long sleeves were unnecessary today. So much sweat. Good thing I love sweat.
I didn’t even bother asking Brian what our mileage or pace was throughout the run because I knew he wouldn’t divulge such confidential information. So I just zoned out, stuck with him and ran. Good stuff.
I’m thankful I’m going home soon. I talked to my mom on the phone for a while last night and I’m really excited to see my parents at Thanksgiving. There will also be Turkey Trotting, outlet shopping and hopefully a haircut in there somewhere. Big plans, people, big, exciting plans.
I’m thankful I have plenty of time to decide whether or not I want to run a spring marathon. I’m still pretty torn, especially since my bank account is sad and my stomach is even sadder. I don’t have to decide today, or even this week. Thank you for all of your input on yesterday’s post. You all gave me a lot to think about!
These girls seem to think I can run two marathons next year, but I'm not convinced quite yet.
Don’t worry, Emily . I’ll give you an answer soon. Be nice to me in the meantime or I’ll take those leg warmers back.
I’m thankful that this week has been wildly productive. I feel like I’m finally catching up on work projects and regaining some semblance of sanity. I’m sure it won’t last long, but I’m enjoying it for now.
I’m thankful for leg warmers and puppies and apple cider. Always.
I’m thankful my apartment has stayed clean this week. I’ve washed dishes and even put them away afterward. Huge accomplishment? I think so. Next step: cleaning out my closet and getting rid of all the crap I haven’t worn in three years.
I’m thankful for my shoe drawer at work. I will never commute in heels. I don’t understand those chic women in NYC who do that. I would trip, fall, stab strangers with my heels and probably cause many scenes. My coordination skills are lacking. Comfy commuting is the way to go.
That’s all for now. Have a great day!
AND NOW YOU DO IT, TOO: What are you thankful for today?