I will cut to the chase: I finally had a successful long run! I can thank Ang for that because she seems to be my good luck charm. She has good juju. During our last training cycle, I was the one that pulled us through our long runs but the tables have turned.
My last attempt at 16 miles ended with a recue from my good friend who so lovingly brought me a vegan muffin and water. This time around, I made it. I brought water and took short breaks along the way. At one point we stopped for Gatorade and I ate a little something. It was abnormally humid for San Diego so I was sweating like crazy despite the nice marine layer that hung around for the entirety of our run. When we finished, I felt pretty good. We ate Chipotle burrito bowls packed full of rice, black beans, guacamole and that amazing corn salsa. Let me tell you, Chipotle provides a very satisfying post-long run meal. I highly recommend it.
Angela’s 29th birthday is tomorrow, so we celebrated with friends on Saturday night. We drank one pitcher after another of Mojitos and Sangria in our cabana at Lei Lounge. The group reconvened at Bourbon Street to dance for hours. I wound up barefoot, as usual, jumping around like a 10 year old hyped up on pixie sticks. My feet hated me the next morning, but it was all worth it.
While the night was a blast, it reminds me why I don’t drink often. It probably appears otherwise but we aren’t big drinkers. We save alcohol for special occasions, like birthdays, PRIDE and random visits to LA. Because of this, I can’t even function after a night of drinking. I can hardly form complete sentences and I feel like a zombie. It’s as though I lose a large sum of brain cells every single time I drink. I usually spend my mornings reading but when I’m hungover, staring at a page full of words just gives me a massive headache. I prefer to keep my system clean and free from all those toxins. I think people wonder what kind of 25 year old I am. I can answer that easily: The healthy kind that spent way too much of her youth dancing on table tops. I don’t regret those days but I have no desire to relive them.
So yesterday was a nice little detox and I am back on the health wagon. [UPDATE: 9:20 PM - I just made Angela a vegan chocolate cake -- back on the health wagon after this cake is demolished.]
I'm curious; what is your favorite post run meal?
Chipotle or vegan Ramen noodle soup (the kind that costs 24 cents/pack)
Do you find that you can’t function after drinking, or is it just me?
Angela went to work on Sunday and gave an entire proposal to her boss on a lactate threshold testing program. She is a rockstar.