Holy cow
I don’t eat cheese. Well, normally, I don’t eat cheese. Nor have I consumed any other kind of dairy for the past…I don’t know…3 years? I mean, I squeeze in an occassional slice of pizza (who wouldn’t?), and every once in a while, I’ll have an undefeatable urge to just slam a quart of heavy cream, but typically, I just don’t go there. For a lot of reasons. Many, actually most, of which are not appropriate for this blog, but will likely come out at some point because I rarely practice the art of filtering.
Last night, I ate a quesadilla. I don’t know what came over me, but I did it - with chicken, and guacamole. I think it may have had something to do with the fact that I traveled both to and from California on Thursday for a meeting, even finding a way to squeeze in a game of flip cup with our client before hopping back on the plane to come home. (What?) I needed a new word for tired. So let’s set the stage - It was freezing outside, I was exhausted/delirious (let’s go with delirious) and so broke I’ve recently been scouring my apt for things to ebay. So I jumped across the street to the nearest, cheapest food possible and I ended up with a quesadilla. I ate it, and I passed out…
..and woke up at 10 o’clock this morning. Oh God where did the time go. Woah. Desperately needing to get a run in, I threw on my (new fabulous thermal) running gear and hit the road. Literally. I basically fell on my face. It was awful. Damn the quesadilla! I did 3.5 miles in just over 30 minutes and it hurt the whole way. Notably, it was 26 degrees outside and I could see my breath, but I’d be lying if I blamed my loser run on the weather.
On a complete side note, I saw Todd Oldham and Keri Russell running this morning. Not together, of course. Talk about an exciting first two (documented) runs! I saw a (now likely famous because of my top-rated blog) pirate on the first run, then two, skinnier than life, kind of obnoxious, how did they become..celebrities. Actually, Keri is pretty damn cute. I’ve seen her around town before, she lives in my neighborhood and has a super cute little boy. ok, fine. She’s cute. And she probably doesn’t eat quesadillas before bed.
