Last week I had Dr. Scott check out my IT band as it’s been really tight on long runs and I’m scared paranoid petrified cautious about injuries this close to Boston. Dr. Scott suggested to have someone video tape me running, which is, you know, super easy when you’re on the trails running solo. Anyway, I finally suckered some random guy walking his dog to video tape me running for 20 seconds. #whateverittakes I’m really happy he didn’t run away with my phone.
Later that evening I got home and the boys were naturally asking (aka, read: complaining) about what I was cooking for dinner. Chicken piccata, risotto and steamed asparagus. They really have such a tough life.
Chocolate: Mom, aspawagus is awesome.
Me: Because it tastes good?
Me: Because it’s good for you?
Chocolate: [getting annoyed} No
Me: Why then?
Chocolate: Because it’s the only vegetable that makes your pee smell weally bad. I’m going to eat a WOT of it.
It’s also been super foggy here in the mornings in SoCal (I know, we have it really rough) so I’ve been opting to wear my neon shirts on TOP of my jacket – yes jacket and it’s 50 degrees, I’m a SoCal weenie. Unfortunately this is messing with my running ninja look (the all black I typically sport), but I do have some visibility and I get home from my run in 1 piece instead of bent over the hood of a car. I know, I might be starting a ridiculous fashion trend. #whateverittakes
The other day #runger struck me something fierce and hard and I found myself pounding scrambled eggs, toast, and a spinach salad mid-day. Unfortunately I had to run 1.5 hours later. Not my favorite 6.5 miles, but it was the only chance I had to run. #whateverittakes #heytherelunchnicetoseeyouagain
I crashed the Road Runner Sports Girls Night Out by showing up with two wild & crazy guys. (Desperate times, the only time I could squeeze in a much needed purchase) #whateverittakes
How have you done whatever it takes this week?