Monday, I went to Fleet Feet to get new shoes. I had a $50 Groupon and a $15 frequent buyer voucher so I ended up going home with 2 new pairs. I got another pair of Pures in a half size bigger and I also got a pair of Adrenaline 12s (which I wore to run my last marathon). I headed straight to the Greenway after my buying spree and put the Pures to the test. The weather was perfectly perfect and I felt good and rested. After 6 miles of sub 8:00 minute miles, I plowed out the last mile in 6:49!
Wednesday, I decided to run indoors after work and wore my new Adrenalines. After about 3 miles in, my feet were killing me. I changed shoes and the pain let up for about a half mile. But the rest of the run was yucky. Not enough pain to make me stop, just enough to annoy me and really ruin what I thought was going to be an easy run.
Friday, I wore the Pures from the onset. But I just felt tired and achy. Methinks part of it is the cyclical relationship I have with work shoes, running shoes, being on my feet all day, and the times I run after work. I wore a pedometer last week to work and walked 16,000 steps AT WORK. The new gig has a sales floor space of about 3 times the size of my old spot. So I feel a bit justified in my inability to run well after work. Most days.
Yesterday was the exception. I was actually grossly hungover in the morning--more on that after the running blurb. I didn't eat much of anything all day while at work and realized around 5:00 that I was finally hungry. I wasn't walking very much yesterday--I spent the day standing in one section of the store doing pre-counts for inventory. An onerous mind task of numbers and descriptions. I was grouchy from being an idiot the night before so it was probably best that I was not assisting customers anyway.... When I got home and mustered my big girl pants, er shorts, on, I ran. 5 miles felt really great. Perhaps it was because I was bracing myself for a bad run. But I was pleasantly surprised that I was about to get 26 miles in last week.
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There is the Carissa that runs marathons, writes letters to strangers, kisses her puppies, and tries really hard to be a good and positive person. Then there is the one that likes to quash the rules for the night and gets cray-cray. And when drinking with new and old friends, there is the common misconception in my brain that thinks that if I am having fun with 2 drinks, think of the expodential potential of 6 drinks (or more, let's be honest, at some point, I stopped counting). Thankfully, I was in my own home and no one got hurt. I just felt like death for a few hours the next morning.
But it was an awesome party if I do say so myself. The snacks were on par with excellence. I roasted a beef tenderloin, made potatoes au gratin with gruyere.
There was also a bacon macaroni and cheese appetizer:
A sweet pumpkin dip served in a hollowed out pie pumpkin with apples from the orchard, mini Nilla wafers, and Wheat Thins:
For the birthday cake, I made a chocolate layer cake with Oreo whipped cream frosting:
Later in the evening, after the majority of the food had been consumed, we got hungry again. I made some microwave popcorn. Then we decided to haul our popcorn cart outside on the patio (cause these are good ideas when drinking) and made *real* popcorn.
Then there was the hour that I got into a conversation with someone about the awesomeness of the Vitamix which lead to a presentation of fresh fruit margaritas. At around the same time, we decided to make chocolate drizzled bacon.
The night was capped off with making a pepperoni pizza and stumbling my way to bed. The dork in me exclaimed, "I'm not flossing or brushing my teeth before bed!" As if anyone cared...
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