I did not want to go for a run on Saturday morning. I tried to stall as much as possible. Finally, I got dressed, had this:
Greens+. Then headed out the door. I ran 7km in 40 minutes. Not super good, but the run was so miserable from start to finish, that I’ll take it. The whole way around my circuit, I thought of all the places where I could cut through, take a shortcut, or even just b-line it home. But I never followed through with those thoughts, and pushed forward, despite my misery. I was super stuffed up, and my nose was constantly running. My poor mittens, they’re my substitute tissues, and they’re now officially “gross”. I was also sort of phlemy, and I’m not a confident spitter, so I didn’t really know what to do with it, and it was fucking up my breathing. And just to add more bodily fluids, my eyes were extra watery today, but because it was so cold, the tears would freeze on my eyelashes, and because my mittens were full of snot, I didn’t really feel like using them to wipe my eyes, so my vision was all blurred too…
So, that’s that. The run sucked. I came back to a pretty messy kitchen:
but at least I was energized enough from the run to clean it from top to bottom, and start on breakfast:
I made oatmeal on the stove. Usually I just boil some water, pour it over some oats, and call it a day. But today I added 1/2 cup milk and 1/2 cup water to 1/2 cup oats and stirred them slowly and let them do their thing for about 10 min. I also added half a banana at the beginning; and some flax meal, 1/2 tsp vanilla at the end. topped with some cinnamon and a spoonful of peanut butter. It was AMAZINGLY good. I am a total stovetop convert. Wow. And so filling. I didn’t even think about food till 3pm. So good.
I went to run some errands, and hung out with Roscoe, who’s girlfriend is also in Florida, so it worked out pretty well. He’s doing really well these days, and he’s going to take two classes at Algonquin College in Sept: Cabinetmaking and Bartending. I’m so happy that he’s taking the cabinetmaking course, I think it will be tops. He also applied for an “outdoor sciences” course, but hasn’t heard yet. Our parents aren’t always the easiest to talk to when it comes to school (they’re pretty old-fashioned when it comes to degrees and ideas of the future) so it was good to just hang out with him and talk it out. We went to some pet stores looking for turtles, but they’re crazy expensive. He also wants a hedgehog, but I just keep thinking “not while you’re living under our mother’s roof!!” (she’s not a fan of anything with more hair or more legs than her).
Anyway, want to see something weird? My eyeball blew a blood vessecal a few months ago (maybe 10 months ago?):
Gross huh? It doesn’t hurt or anything, but I think it’s permanent. Like a vericose vein on my eyeball. Eew. I blame Artengine. No, just kidding, I blame the house we flipped. All this to say, I am so looking forward to Mexico!!! I need to relax!!! (by the way, check out my caterac in the middle of my pupil. It’s been there since birth. My right eye is well-fucked. Nothing to be done)
I had a snack from the Bulk Barn:
Dark chocolate covered almonds. The best thing in the entire world. Really. Chocolate hold on me is as tight as ever. Man, that shit is good!!
Then I made a lunch:
This was alright. I sauteed some tofu in a little oil, with some tamari, honey, ginger and chili flakes. Then I added some bok choi, cauliflower, sugar snap peas, and walnuts. I was going to serve it with brown rice, but for some reason it didn’t turn out, so I had crackers instead. Nice and sour/sweet.
I sort of lounged until about 5:30pm, then had this:
And got ready for Roller Derby.
Had a post practice snack:
And then I went to the Elmdale Tavern to see the Bible Allstars. They’re friends of a friend, and yeah, I could see the appeal, but really, I’ve been too spoiled with really over-the-top excellent rockabilly, and unfortunately, my refined palette for the stuff left the Bible Allstars a little wanting. But I’m still glad I went out. I never seem to go out anymore. Though maybe it’s due to the fact that I had a beer there, and came home and finished off the rest of the soy ice cream. Sigh. Now I’ll need to go for ANOTHER 7km run!!! (I’m just kidding, I don’t want to get into that trap of just exercising to eat, and eating to exercise. What a waste of both food and energy!!)