Eating and Running

I've fallen into a new run day snacking regime and I love it! Recently at work they started cutting up oranges as part of the morning snack bar. I'm addicted, I pack an over flowing baggie on the days I plan to run and the effect has been fantastic. When I was in high school oranges were the snack for my basketball team during half time. I'm convinced that my taste buds have memories and the second I eat these beautiful orange slices I go back like I was in Harry Potter dream-bowl-thing.  I feel athletic! Like I can run faster! Like I should be pivoting and doing the weave!Stressing over boys and homework and not appreciating how good of shape I was in. I'm on a tangent,I digress and apologize.



Don't they look juicy and tasty

The second half of my snacking duo is white toast soaked in butter. I need butter, I can hear my whole body demand butter after a run. Who am I to argue.

 My random rule is if its natural/not chemical food I can put it in my belly. So post run, you can find me with sticky orange slice fingers and a shiny face from my butter and toast.

My run for the day is pretty simple 2 quick miles at lunch at about a 10:00 pace. Then back to the day job of geologizing. Boyfriend, The Engineer, has flown from work to home so the next 6 nights will be filled with musical movies that have been put into the intolerable movie category by the boy.

What memories do your taste buds store? Geeks like me want to know

Soon C.

Too Eager perhaps

I am sitting at my desk with a red face and a racing heart. No, its not driller,drilling,geoworld anger management issues. I decided it would be wise to run my 4 miles today on my 1 hour lunch break. Not to bad when you consider my office, the TM and my "room" are basically in the same building. Which makes everyone of us feel a bit hamster in the habitrail system from time to time but that will be another post (which will include engineers,wood chips and my need for clean non-re breathed air)

I ran slow because our 'cardio room' has no ventilation, temperatures hover around 27 degrees Celsius. I consider this acclimatization for the Vegas half. I did 4 miles in 44 minutes. I thought I was feeling great until i hit the stairs to return to my warm n fuzzy cubicle. Immediately my legs turned to lead and I thought uh oh! Atleast the boyfriend is still here to snuggle me and my transformer legs for one more day.

By the way if you google for transformer legs. You will find tattoos worthy of

www.mytattoosucks.com

I thought transformer legs was the perfect way to describe my powerful (they did carry me a few miles) but scarily suddenly stiff legs. I am submitting that to urban dictionary, I need to put something in there that doesn't immediately give me a mental image that leaves me shaking with remorse at my own curiousity.

Random Picture of Things that make me happy - Cute Vikings or more precisely a cute viking

Soon
Charlene