Two things I’m good at (or at-least-don’t-suck-at): Eating and running.
One thing I’m bad at: Blogging.
A few months back, in a fit of spontaneity and inspiration, I registered for the Flying Pig and then in a fit of madness and insanity, comitted to the Pfitz 18/55. Last time around, I peaked at 50 miles, so I figured another 5 wouldn’t kill me (famous last words). My training plan starts the week after Christmas, so no sitting around and eating all the leftover holiday cookies, pies, and pot roasts for this little piggy. Of course, I might be modifying some nuances of the training plan, possibly the week where I’m supposed to do 11 miles on Friday, 5 miles on Saturday, and 18 miles on Sunday. Or maybe the week where I’m supposed to race a 15K on Saturday and then run 17 miles on Sunday. I just don’t know, there are so many fun weeks like these to take me all throughout spring! Stay tuned – the inevitable meltdown should be really fun.
Last time around, I had an awful approach toward cross-training and by “awful,” I mean “nonexistant.” Trying to be better about it this time around, I joined a facility that offers fitness classes. They were having a promotion on Yelp and offering a free class for new students, and being Little Miss Arrogant Marathoner, I turned my nose up at the easy-sounding classes and opted into one called “Shredded.” It was yesterday.
This morning, I was supposed to do my long run, but I could barely turn over in bed because I was in so much pain. EVERYTHING HURTS. My thighs hurt, my shoulder hurts, my abs hurt, my butt hurts MOST OF ALL. I signed up for their monthly membership, which gives you unlimited access to all classes, and from now on, I am staying away from any “Shredded” or “Power Hour”; I will only be taking ones called “Pilates for Wusses” or “Easiest Core Ever” or “Why Don’t You Just Lie Down and Go To Your Happy Place?” For sure this will help make me a better runner.
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Last night, after the exercise class from hell (in a good way), before the soreness had set in and I could still walk upright, Husband and I went to check out Province for dinner. Time Out Chicago had released a list of the “100 Best Things We Ate This Year,” and their rabbit confit was on in. No lie, this dish was delicious. It was warm and comforting, just something I would’ve loved to curl up with a bowl of on a cold, Chicago day. If you’ve never had rabbit before, don’t be afraid of it. It tastes like chicken (really), and is completely harmless (and yummy).
I had a lemon-honey rotisserie chicken as my entree, and ordered a side of perfectly seasoned and cooked fries with it. Husband had the beef tenderloin, which cut like butter. But the highlight of the entire night was dessert – the apples and almond wafer “stack,” with dulce de leche ice cream. Holy running gods, this was one of the best desserts I’ve ever had in my life, and it’s pretty safe to say I’ve eaten a whole lot of desserts in my day. This apple stack made me want to renounce cupcakes and all other dessert wannabes, and become a Province groupie. Husband said he would prostitute me out to the chef if it meant he could eat this everyday. I would completely support this.
Apples and Almond Wafer Stack
Ok, Pfitz. I will run that 15K race followed by a 17 miler if you promise me this afterwards.