I went over to Whole Foods yesterday with the intention of buying a jar of beet juice, because if any store in our area is going to sell this disgusting concoction that endurance athletes adore (here’s why), it would be them. Right?
The single best thing that came out of my chiropractor visit yesterday was that I was reminded what my absolute dream job would be: columnist for Shouts and Murmurs.
Our youth track club hosted our first official meet of the season yesterday, which helps me a ton with my marathon training since it teaches me how to be on my feet all day after a week of high mileage.
I have no idea how this has been possible, but somehow I have managed to keep all the balls in the air with the kids, nutrition and marathon training this cycle.
Indeed we have been having issues surrounding food for the past few days, inspired by the fact that my latest recipes have been complete flops.
The good thing about starting a new training cycle is that it feels a bit like a fresh start. You can reflect back on your last one and aim to correct any mistakes you made the last time.
So we left off here, when I was fake-smiling in a selfie after a horrendous 22-mile run in the heat.
Eating becomes a bit of a chore during the marathon training cycle. I have to start doing it the minute I wake up, or I will pay for it later. No more leisurely moments in bed with coffee for me. (This is my purple robe that my parents gave me when Middle was born. He [...]
I’ve spent the last few days running around doing errands so that I keep my head on straight throughout this week, unlike last week when I could be found crying into a massive sink full of dishes at 8 p.m. on Friday night.
Thursday afternoon a wave of fatigue came over me that could not be reversed by a cat nap. The realities of trying to keep up with work, my boy-filled, chaotic home, marathon training, volunteer track coaching and dog parenting finally got me. (Dog parenting is the most demanding of all, of course.)