The best part about working from Panera Bread for a few hours is the free refills on coffee.
I didn’t even need the coffee yesterday though because I was totally riding the runner’s high I achieved from six seriously fabulous and speedy treadmill miles.
I decided that if I just keep sharing with you my newfound love for the treadmill, you will become a convert for the winter with me.
Yesterday’s reason to love the treadmill (or really, to love running in general):
Running allows me to vent without being interrupted.
And I don’t mean venting in the form of talking; I mean venting in the form of releasing your suppressed anger and emotions in the form of speed.
Remember when I said the other day that one of my favorite songs to listen to right now is Titanium?
When the song came on my playlist yesterday while I was running, something released inside of me that I wasn’t quite sure was there.
You shout it out, But I can’t hear a word you say
I’m talking loud not saying much
I’m criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up….
Even if you think you aren’t angry, annoyed or bothered by something, think again.
I’m bulletproof, nothing to lose Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won’t fall I am titanium…
Isn’t it funny how the lyrics of a song can ignite some serious feelings?
And what better way is there to release and acknowledge those feelings than through running?
When I tell you that a fire lit up inside me, I mean my speed hit paces I rarely see outside of a race.
And when I thought I was cooling down, l glanced at my current speed to see what I thought was a recovery pace yet the treadmill read out a pace of under 7:30/mile which in speed button terms was still somewhere over 8.0 if I recall correctly.
I forgot I was even on the treadmill if you want to know the truth. I don’t even think I realized how many times I pushed the speed button up.
You should know that I listened to Titanium on repeat for three miles. Three miles that were accomplished in under 23 minutes yet seemed to pass in a flash.
I was proud of this workout. Proud for running so fast on the treadmill, proud for working up to my ability, proud for what my “ability” has become.
Acknowledging some feelings and turn them into a torching of serious calories was pretty awesome as well.
Cut me down But it’s you who’ll have further to fall… Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones….
Stick and stones my friends, sticks and stones. Such a phrase from our childhood but one we need to remember throughout our adult life as well, yes?
Yesterday’s run charged me up for the entire day, including my appetite for lunch. Whenever I run super hard or super long, I crave carbs in the form of oatmeal and fruit all day long. And of course peanut butter, do I really need to state the obvious?
This time, the usual craving combination included sweet potatoes.
Since we know I never ignore a craving, lunch happily appeared like this:
Who said you can’t mix sweet potato in with your warm bowl of steel-cut oatmeal?
There is no better feeling than eating exactly what you are craving. Especially when eaten with a pink spoon from 16 Handles.
If you are looking for more adventurous ways to eat your oats, click here for a great article with a bunch of recipes for savory oatmeal.
So I really can’t believe today is Friday – what a weird week. Snow in the forecast for tomorrow once again and I hate to even say, I also heard Sunday night into Monday.
How come when I was a kid we NEVER had the luck of snow on a Sunday night?
I am going to try to get some grocery shopping done today (as if I wasn’t just at a Trader Joe’s within the last 48 hours or anything) to pick up some necessities including ingredients for a few recipes.
After posting the way I have been making S’mores for years as well as receiving a few emails this week regarding some of my other simple cooking techniques, I decided that I should offer up some more recipes that I don’t really consider recipes.
Does that make sense? So many of the meals and snacks that I cook don’t feel like recipes to me since I make them all of the time without really thinking but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a process involved that can be shared in recipe form.
The second best thing to a chocolate chip cookie recipe is a life quote about cookies:
One of my closest friends, who lives down in Florida, thought of me when she saw this picture and it arrived on my doorstep last night.
Words to live by.
Is there a specific song that ignites a real fire in you while running?
Oats – sweet or savory or both? I have done the savory a few times and they were terrific but my taste buds always want sweet.
Do you have go-to “recipes” that don’t feel like recipes?