If I could just find some creative, passionate way of viewing the road as I bounce along it, perhaps running would be a tad easier.
If only the roads were made of chocolate ganache. The sand barren fields of sparkling creme brulee tops and the layers of sediment we trudge over a light tiramasu.
Mmmm.... I'm going to the fridge after this post.
All in all, today was a running day in purgatory. I got cramps, but did what I had to do and made it through scooby doo.
Oh! Except for one minor detail: I slept for TWELVE hours last night. And as I write this Jake is passed out on my stack of bed pillows which generally serve only as annoying boulders between my bed and I.
So I guess I can ask, how am I supposed to be the productive ball of feisty energy I normally am when running is slowly unraveling my energy ball into a small shoelace of nothing?
According to common sense, I need protein and good hydration. Awesome. I hope that means cheese.
As far as hydration goes, I think I'm pretty good. I'm just highly skeptical of "electrolyte" drinks and tend to stick to pure water. Can't imagine why...
I'm willing to give salted and flavored expensive waters a try, I'm just saying, I don't know if I buy it.
But in all honesty, I think that means breakfast needs to stop consisting of golden brown flaky crust billowed over apples and start consisting of ummmm... protein-- stuff.
I'm going to go cook and pass out of exhaustion now.
Gotta Run,
Brooke
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