"Never shop on an empty stomach." Yeah, I know that. Everybody knows that. And yet there I was at Lazy Acres market, pushing my cart up and down the aisles totally starving. As soon as I caught myself drooling over the russet potatoes, I knew it was hopeless. Now I'm going to have to figure out how to feed potatoes to the Puff this weekend.
may have lingered at the free samples station a little longer than what is acceptable in polite society. I know this because the line behind me was getting riotous impolite.
I brought my tins and muslin bags with me to the store for the meat and produce as usual but I couldn't resist the hot prepared foods station and ended up using disposables to purchase more hot food than I could
afford eat in one sitting. Lesson learned (but repeated often anyway).
One positive thing about this trip is that the grapes were available for purchase loose (no plastic bag to throw away). I filled up my bag--which is a lingerie bag I got for free when I purchased a Moving Comfort bra--and ate them all on the way home. Grapes and berries are hardly ever sold loose like this except at the farmers market. Now that I'm studying this picture though, I think these baskets may have been intended as purely ornamental. Oops.
And as long as I'm in confession mode, I also got a plastic straw the other night when I met BD at Stacked to pick up the Puff. I carry my own reusable glass straw but the waitress brought this one already in my drink before I could say "No Straw, please." Total rookie mistake.
It shows in my pace and I don't even care. Running hurts my calves and my sciatica and I'm getting slower instead of faster and I don't know why I even care about running right now. Yep, I'm having one of those weeks.
Becky at Ok, so here's the plan blogged about having a great run today after several bad ones. I love reading about other runners' challenges and triumphs because they give me hope and motivation. So that's the only reason I went out again tonight.
And I had a terrible run again and it was slow and I hated every step. My calves were tight and they hurt so bad and I stopped like every 10 feet to stretch them out. I grabbed onto the nearest light post for balance so I could stretch my calves like this:
Deep down though I know that a great run is going to get here soon, I just have to keep putting in the miles and be patient. In the meantime, I need to keep it honest.
Have you had a never-ending streak of bad runs? What was the longest?
I just remembered my last 6 mile run on Sunday (5 days ago) felt really good. How quickly I forget...