Weird confession: sometimes I regret choosing the name of this blog. Because: look how many other blogs have some combination of EAT [WHATEVER] RUN in the name! When I started blogging, I honestly had no clue about this. (And had definitely never heard of Eat Pray Love. Ugh.)
No, I just thought I was being really clever.
Yeah, along with about a zillion other people.
Anyway, sometimes I regret it – and sometimes I don’t, because lack of originality aside, it just fits me perfectly.
Like yesterday, which was truly an eat, drink and run kind of day:
9:00 AM: Wake up. See sun streaming in through window. Check weather app on phone and decide that running needs to happen sooner rather than later. Because as much as I love a good Sunday afternoon cookout, I don’t want to be the meat.
10:30 AM: Finally hit the greenway, husband in tow. It’s his long run for the week. 7.5 ridiculously sweaty miles. It’s 85* and 85% humidity by the time we finish.
Noon: Back home. Ponder measly weekly mileage and lack of speedwork and decide to hit the treadmill for a mini tempo run before hitting the shower.
12:45 PM: Shower, clean apartment, fold laundry. Bleh.
2:00 PM: Time for mimosas!
(With hand-squeezed orange juice….because, uh, I forgot to buy orange juice. Comments the hubs: “So really this is just champagne with a splash of orange juice.” Right-o.)
3:00 PM: Breakfast time!
I love that strawberries are starting to come in to season here! Also, I love 3 PM breakfasts.
5:00 PM: Emerge from bacon-and-champagne coma and decide to go for a walk around the neighborhood. Gather beverages for the road and transfer them to disposable coffee cups. Discretion!
My cup of Triangle Brewing Company White Ale actually did look like a latte, with its foamy head.
This beer was okay. A little too sour and puckery. Although perhaps I should give it another chance. Maybe at a time when I haven’t recently overloaded my taste buds with maple syrup and sweet champagne.
7:00 PM: Dinner discussions. The hubs says that he wants fried chicken. That sounds like crazy talk to me. I want something lighter. I leave him to acquire his own chicken and make myself a nice panzanella salad instead:
Recipe: Panzanella with Balsamic Syrup.
8:30 PM: Asleep on the couch. The mark of an excellent Funday.
Eating, drinking and running. I can’t think of a better way to spend the day. And while it make for an overplayed blog title, it’s how I roll.
Hope you all had a great holiday weekend, too!